Too many things try to pull me out of my peaceful place...
Individuals, corporations, the Government, "The Man..."
From all directions, periodic disturbances of my peace...
Staccato hiccups in my attempts to walk mindfully...
Rumble strips to my private thoughts...
I've gotten a bit more gruff over the years...
A bit more antisocial...
Maybe it's age and experience...
Maybe it's toxoplasma gondii from exposure to too many feral cats...
Maybe I'm just now opening my eyes...
Both jaded and enlightened, in equal parts...
There's balance of sorts...
I no longer need the rapt attention of an entire college town population
To feel like a real human...
I can self-validate...
I've tightened my circle [Take that every way you like...]
Reassessed my boundaries...
Broadened my scope of view...
Peace is, necessarily, a hard fought state...
It's often a goal you can get close to, but never fully attain...
Or, if attained, not for very long...
And why?
Because people are assholes...
They disrupt any introspection...
Fuck with my works...
Pull me out of my peace...
It's like building a house of cards with a toddler...
Or a cat...
Demolition is half the fun...
So you'll rarely make it past the first floor...
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