Sunday, 19 October 2014

I wonder

As I wonder what will be will be. 
I am not blind, nor unable to see. 

I won't use my energy 
On aggressive souls... 
And if they are unhappy the feelings is theirs to own, as I refrain to enter into their zone. 

I don't like this feeling,
But what can I do?
What they own is theirs
And my maturity shall remain intact...
All this is a matter of fact. 

No anger, just surrealism I wish not to lose focus of
My zest towards life, and avoid bad and negative souls, therefore remain true to humble me. 

Luckily I can write these words ... The skills? The guile and temperament to remain focus on me...  

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