* * *
i do not chase,
but i attract---
my chasing days
are over;
my face,
my space---
aren't to be hacked;
there won't be a takeover;
i'm here, alone,
on my own cloud---
and i feel fine about it;
i'm not a slave,
my clothes are loud,
and i don't pine
for him or you,
or shout about
my yen aloud---
i write a song
about it...
i do not chase---
i ain't got time---
i've got my pen:
to train it!
if you want ME:
you'll come, we'll scribe---
and we'll DUET about it!
(c)kRu, 14.05.-10.06.22
https://roshkakru-poems.livejournal.com/64387.html