I have walked alone till so far

dare I say they find it bizarre.

I tread the path with spirits high

my own rules and norms I abide by.

Now, you wait for me to cross the threshold

It appears as a stranglehold.

For you, the waves gently wash our feet,

To me, they drown and so I retreat.

This strangeness might hit you pretty soon

when you realize I lay too content in my cocoon.