The Recluse Poem by Zachary Zuccaro

Everyone has problems
and we see those problems
yet we still tend to trivialize the problems of others
while stressing and worrying over our own
making them all important.
We are filled with conceit
wanting to believe we are important.

The recluse locks himself away,
desiring seclusion; departure from the cares of the world.
Not wishing to socialize with others,
each seeking companionship,
while repeating the same old
political, religious, and trivial discussions
that have been recited countless times before,
each person believing to have insight
that others do not.
The recluse sees this and wants no part in it,
but prefers solitude unpolluted
by trivialities and false wisdom.
Sounds can be pleasant yet
silence is preferable to unpleasant noise.