Thursday, October 18, 2007

Don't tell me what to do (poem I wrote in 2000)

Don't tell me how I'll feel.
The preoccupation is worse than the real
thing. I am fully aware
of what I have to do to prepare.
So don't tell me what to do.
the present is not when I need you
except for support, you know.
It's time for it to happen; let's go.