Dear Thomas Merton, (This man Is an Island)

I’d rather not associate with anyone these days
Consider me my own entity
Excommunicated consciously
I’d rather not associate with anyone these days
Everyone on TV is fake anyway
But I’ll take fake endings over real mistakes
I’ve heard that no man is an island
But I’m trying my best
To separate myself from the mainland
I’m cutting all my strings
And sailing out to sea
At the risk of sounding nihilistic
I don’t care about anything or anyone anymore
You’ve got your life
And I’ve got mine
Now keep them far away