Hush now, idiot.
Stop kicking up a fuss.
I am the master of my fate.
I am the captain of my soul.
I choose, I decide.
You balk, you crumple and hide.
Shut your whining and self-doubt.
Your worries and your desires.
They threaten to penetrate through this veneer of confidence
I have so tirelessly constructed.
Let me rest now,
cease your complaints.
Let me breathe now,
go, take your break.
A tempest -autonomic,
anti-sympathetic to my prerogative.
Allow me now, to rest and digest,
to cast my cares on the evening wind.
-The clouds,
they look so perfect in the morning.
I put down the poems to view the sugar in the sky
lines and rows of crystal dust-
Take me back there!
Ease and comfort
not even death could bereave.
Stop kicking up a fuss.
I am the master of my fate.
I am the captain of my soul.
I choose, I decide.
You balk, you crumple and hide.
Shut your whining and self-doubt.
Your worries and your desires.
They threaten to penetrate through this veneer of confidence
I have so tirelessly constructed.
Let me rest now,
cease your complaints.
Let me breathe now,
go, take your break.
A tempest -autonomic,
anti-sympathetic to my prerogative.
Allow me now, to rest and digest,
to cast my cares on the evening wind.
-The clouds,
they look so perfect in the morning.
I put down the poems to view the sugar in the sky
lines and rows of crystal dust-
Take me back there!
Ease and comfort
not even death could bereave.
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