Poezja

I embark on a journey.
Enveloped with me, my serenity.
Cast you off deliberately
since you feel the necessity to deliberate my identity.
Do it on your own time.
I can't waste mine
on ill-wills. They instill
discontented reverberance of ill-shrined
indifference to mankind.
Positive energies cleverly cultivate a pretense.
But in my defense,
I've clearly dispensed the past tense of fulfillment.
So don't try to know me too well.
This secret serenity within me dispels your imminence.
I'll not shame myself with you.
Your impertinence accrues
nothing but those same ill-wills I disdain.
So I'll  not explain discomfort or complain
because you motives are mundane.
Let it dissolve, resolved to live free.
I'll not allow you to taint my serenity.
And because of that, you will never understand me.