My life feels like lost library books…
and the fines get larger
and the books I can’t find,
were not worth reading.
It’s kinda like friends—there’s a few, that can influence you
and the others
waste your time.
My circumstances have made me stronger
not because they wanted to
but because I learned what to do
so that difficulties and insanities make me sharper.
In the end,
this is all that matters.
I don’t think money matters—just as long as you have a quiet place
to make sense of yourself, before entering the day
If you walk into madness too often, without making sense of it
You will become angry,
and nothing will save you.
Who you become
is what matters.
dead, unfriendly, faces
with a status that requires no comparison
with no attachment
and no need
to say anything—
this is what matters.
People who conquer others
People who need to prove their worth
We must overcome ourselves
Self-overcoming is not political office
like a wood stove, on a cold night
It’s a full feeling
so far away from empty
and the world will never understand that.