When anyone arrives,
At a destination to feel and know...
They have had enough B.S.
Whether dumped upon them.
Or discovered to be everywhere they go.
Their justifiable isolation,
Is in no need for an explanation.
Or an excuse to make.
Not for a happiness they have found.
To have created for themselves.
And done to promise and guarantee,
A peace of mind to find...
Will stay as is to never from them leave.
Regardless whoever may perceive them to be...
Deaf, dumb and blind or crazed.
And deciding these days,
What goes and what stays...
Is a decision to make few can do,
Without offending someone,
Who may suggest or recommend...
An alternative to please themselves.
If one is foolish enough,
To seek and solicit from others advice!
Especially...
When remaining peaceful,
Is what one wishes to be with this done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem