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Seeking loneliness and solitude I came to this place.

Being lonely is seldom lonely at all,

Yet a crowded diner or city sidewalk

Can feel just like a prison cell,

A sensation I know too well.

I came to this place seeking escape

From the noise and machinery,

The microwave ovens and blaring boom boxes

That emit such sound I cannot hear my name

Within even the confines of private thoughts,

The noise and heat and speed of it all

A disease to which all have succumbed.

It made me want to run far away,

So I came to this place and I’m here to stay.