Who’s business is it anyway? What I do with my life? What I do with my strife? Disentanglement is mine, no help but my own, it’s my shoes I fit into, not your ego to own. My mistakes are my own, to have and to hold, to sit with in bed when I’m lonely at night. Are you paying my bills? Making my dinner? What right do you have to make a mark in my life? With your negative presumptions of who I should be and what I should wear. I let go of my past, taking all of life’s lessons in stride, not with pride but with peace and understanding. I am calm right now, talking to you, nothing you can do to alter anew my perception. It is me I fight for, for the sake of my soul, for my love to reach endless bounds. I meet myself at the gate, greet Namaste my mate, I’ve been waiting for you.