I don’t want to pitch you anymore
I don’t give a fuck about
What you think about what I think
I don’t want to wait for something
Outside myself, which you deem important,
To happen
To validate the relevance and worth
Of my observations and insights
I just want to see to contemplate to share
From my soul from my heart
From the urgency of Truth
But I feel like I’m just screaming into the wind
When my words do not take flight
By touching the masses
Who came to you for information knowledge and guidance
And so I end up frozen paralyzed
Not pitching not writing
But swimming around in my thoughts
Which isolate me
Instead of connect me uplift me
Because I keep them to myself
Unable unwilling to play the game anymore
Effectively (and ironically) afraid of what you might think
Because it’s all so exhausting

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