Picture this place

In a place away from the crowd,
is this self imposed exile?
Or simply the hermit's choice
of peace and introspection,
before the necessity of moving onwards and upwards.

Here perhaps is not much at first glance
and yet,
this is not the bottom;
how fortunate to be in such a position
where one can rest awhile.

Whether to descend or ascend
to reach full potential,
no one else bars the chosen direction,
it is simply a matter of finding the will
to perhaps continue on.

Yet here is a space
comfortable enough for daydreaming the days away,
where heels can gather dust
while contorting limbs as desired
with no onlookers or voyeurs to judge.

Maybe here is too solitary, too quiet, too alone;
a life with blank walls in monochrome,
but it is the type that inspires curiosity at the mystery;
exuding an air
of being all dressed up with no place to go.

The cares and worries are mostly unsaid,
better expressed in a glance
understood and shared by only a select few,
while most others focus on the flesh
and not what lies hidden within those bones.

This is indeed a strange place,
the type that many would pass by
only brief visitors for the solitaire
who currently sits at this level
still yet to be motivated to change placement.

Plenty said in description of the location,
yet the incumbent remains an enigma
as dark strands hold intrigues
that lips can unseal if prompted
but all remains silent and still for a while yet.