either i\'ll be happy, or sad
And i wish not to be either
For happiness always comes with a degree of foolishness
And sadness comes with stabbing clarity
And i wish to feel none of it.
So i do, that is what.
The rose seizes to feel - no more. dead.
Here i remain, with myself.
Nobody but my quiet self.
Sometimes,
The weeds of some random
Feeling bubble up to resurface
But quick as i can, i burst it - a poem
So that i may focus on what
Needs to be done and nothing
More because it is irrelevant
And gets in the way of
Things that need to be done.