Establishing Boundaries With My Surroundings: Contemplative Poem

Is anyone else noticing the obsession with unsolved murder mysteries? or is it just me…
Is it really any wonder that the atmosphere is feeling a little more murder-y lately?
Or are we all too busy going on about inconsequential things passionately?
indulging mindlessly with anyone blindly wandering in the same ways?

I don’t know about you, but I have real-life adventures to tend to,
in a reality separate from the one you currently chose,
I know, you don’t want to hear it, and I get it too!
I have no desire to impose my view on you…
But I expect the same courtesy too,
and at this moment, I feel compelled to remind you,
Silence is a virtue.

So if you please, I’d like to maintain my peace,
And save your face from the egg, I’m just a stranger passing through.
I meant no harm to you, but now that you mention it,
I don’t remember asking, earning, or investing in this energy from you.
Your escalation of force has me thinking you must be shadow boxing,
figures in a hundred rings you’ve faced before me, I’m not the enemy.
Wanna make me I will break the tendency with motion and rest you see…

I’ll simply choose to see the action as a sign it’s time to move to the next way of being.
I’ve seen what I came to see apparently, and this is my cue to leave,
I didn’t agree to repeat topics some bobblehead decided to prescribe its audience.
When I woke up, my present moments trumped the importance of any of these etheric things.
I’m a little busy taking personal responsibility for the time and energy given to me, golden currency,
A precious thing, not to be wasted on pretending…

Tending to my own garden is a little labor intensive already,
how can I be expected to watch five hundred hours of Kardashians
to get the five-second reference… does time not mean anything?
Who has the patience to paint their faces daily,
hiding their true selves behind layers of cake?
No wonder interactions are so painstaking!
I guess it’s one of those, had to be there,
The kind of funny, that I’ll just have to sit out on…

I didn’t agree to do this whole song and dance.
The cheap fuckery with no romance happening between.
Everyone alive and their main strings, main streams,
I mean, how silly, to die on the current molehill tossing the unsettled sea,
false advertising rustling jimmies, until the ride gets boring,
then whoopsie! I screwed you too but that’s okay,
there are 7 billion others to swipe through…
A tiny bit of grief, a tiny bit of guilt,
a deep dive into fantasy to balance the loss,
then, on to the new thing! which turns out to be another repeat.

Jee golly, why do I keep getting the same thing,
It’s not fair, this keeps happening…
Poor me, they were the problem, not me…
There is no compartmentalizing this mentality
It bleeds into everything… this is how black holes,
parasites and zombies come into being.

No wonder the unified attention span is waning…
it’s a muscle we haven’t been flexing regularly.
Too busy feeding the internal monkeys
to let things be what they are naturally…