Standing on a hilltop
I watch the world
In quiet isolation,
While in the distance
Scurrying ants
Frantic to get from A to B
And back again.
Amid the desolation
The soothing emptiness
Mutes the sound of civilisation
To a quiet buzz.
I sit on my hilltop,
Knees hugged tight,
And see the day run
Like sand through an hour-glass,
Until it's time to turn,
So in the amber twilight
I walk down my hill
And rejoin humanity.
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