I yearn for your attitude
I relish you demeanor
I envy your tolerance,
redefined by your outlook
"It's not tolerance, man,
I just don't dwell
Why waste my time?"
Indeed. And yet,
I have no control
One judgement from another
with hostile implications
and I internalize
my paranoia escalates
I take offense
worry, worry, worry
I long for hippie ease
"It's cool, he's just trying
to do his thing
best he can
We'll work it out"
Focus elsewhere
Thing is
this is your instinct
that makes you this way
not weed
You're perfectly efficient
accountable
respected
responsible
Can I train to be like you?
I have a feeling
that very idea
reflects
what holds me back
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