Talking To 'them

talking to 'them' has become a burden
just lately
i notice it and my mind travels along the paths
of the streams of its own consciousness
totally detached from every word that
is said...

i look at my heart and feel the running of the river
in my veins
blood flooding in the fields of my mind
i am amazed at this
opportunity of not having to need anybody
to make me think
deeply....

i rise above society now like i have new wings to fly
what they say do not affect me
how i live is my own
lookout
where i go, i go
where i intend to stay and rest and be there
i decide....

i am my own man now and i do not mind what is in store for me.
i guess, this is it.
my life, my decision
my destiny, my own action.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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