Not Inclined

Does man have will, or is he made inclined
To act against the dictates of his mind?
Does he have freedom’s tongue to speak his choice,
Or is he destined to keep mum his voice?
Does a cast tendency to socialize
Shoot him as pinball through a dull stoned crowd,
When he would stand alone, aloof and proud,
To wait their longed departure from his hill,
Where he can sit collected, calm and still?
He has few friends, nor many does desire;
He has the solitude of his creative fire,
And when he seeks a friend or two to see
No inclination is, no tendency,
But bare volition of his living wise.

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