All I need is a good sense of self to get by.
Domination by others is my chief concern.
It disrupts my attention. My focus is lost
To the ones I’m attached to, and great is the cost
To the spirit within me. Not much do I earn
From the trouble and torment. I must wonder why.
How can I make my mark with the people I know
When they don’t bother listening and only speak?
I would have to upset them. That’s the only way
I can get other people to hear what I say.
I don’t need social standing. That’s not what I seek.
Useless Conflict with others is not a good show.
Getting points across gets in the way of my peace.
I can sense well when others project upon me
Their most selfish intentions like swords of command.
Perhaps if I were like them then I’d understand
Something of the wild ego I cannot now see.
But if I had this knowledge, my peace would then cease.
Out of step with most others, I do make my way
On the path I have chosen. The walk is not tense
Nor should others’ involvement cause me to lose pace
With the beat I’m attuned to. I do so by grace
Of pervasive existence wherein all makes sense.
It is what I rely on to get through my day.