giving up any of them.
Enlisting all traits of time into rhythms,
coalescing in a mixture of turning atmospheres.
Living in an existential pattern of behavior,
never worrying about any particles of time as
long as they are enfolded in atoms of mercurial
silence.
According to the opinions of other people, I am
unable to live my life.
How wrong I’ve proven them to be as they hang
their heads and walk away from me.
Never looking back and never reaching out to me
again in life.
Living faithfully without qualms or doubts of
anything I continue to live my life without them.