Don't you love it...
When people tell you,
How you feel.
What to feel.
How to think.
And what those thoughts are.
If you have them.
Only to discover,
They are not the center of your universe.
Nor do you wake up,
With them first on your mind.
And when you express the time you spend,
Has nothing at all to do with them.
They become upset,
When you express...
Your mind is at peace.
And at rest.
Don't you love it?
Especially when so many...
Are in the business of others!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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