To live near naked in the forrest,
And be attuned with nature,
Are signs of maladjustment.
She didn’t mind the labels,
Since she wouldn’t hear them
When she arrived at the place
Far away where she was going.
As far as she knew,
Human kind was progressing
Into a particularly odd direction,
And she would rather not.
If she ever got word while out there
That the archaic expensive dependency
On fossil fuels as a source of energy
Came to an end, she’d come back.
It wasn’t about the conspiracy
To dumb down, or exterminate,
Incarcerate, or miseducate,
Why she knew she had to go.
Knowing she’d learn new ways
To communicate, really meant
She would not miss the limitations
Of all the modern technology.
The place she had planned on
Had been etched in her memory,
But she never told the others
Since they always psychoanalyse.
It was one of them who told her
That some naturalist go too far,
And endangered themselves
Which was bordering madness.
The thought of a radical naturalist
Going back to the survival basics,
Didn’t sound like anarchy to her
If it meant finding what was sought.
She knew the significance
Of practices long abandoned,
Which saw us living in peace
Not seeking it in eternal rest.
Considering her plan again,
She couldn’t help but wonder
About the others like her,
Since there must’ve been others.
Who, to escape the mental poisoning
Disregarded the psycho babble,
To find a place in this life
And live their harmless truth in peace.