Solivagant

Wandering the forest,
Alone with the European Aspen trees 
The earthy palette of browns and greens
Is a comfort to tired eyes 
As each bump and ledge 
Tries to trip my aching soles 
As my aching knees protest 
Nordic wind plays with my hair 
Silver clouds gather above my head
Walking for days in solitude 
Just the forest and the occasional animal 
breaks my antisocial streak 
As I navigate the woodlands,
Trying to understand this world 
Like a disillusioned penguin, I have broken away 
from my tribe 
Heading towards the mountains,
I may live or I may die,
But doing the same routine is insanity,
Scientists can't figure out why some penguins do this,
But I know why,
Because wanting a different life, 
Or solitude isn't just the desire of a human mind 
All of us yearn for space
To be alone,
And to find out who we are inside.