A Typing Typer Types Away

 A typing typer types away. What will he write today? Another rhyme, another poem. Another chance to show them. A chance to show them what I can do, that I don't need you or you or you or you. Of course, it's not true, it's not true? It's not true. I need you to know I don't care about you. I need you to know that I'm doing my own thing. I need you to know how little you matter to me because your thoughts matter to me and you matter to me. But what really matters to me isn't what matters to you it's what matters to me, so why does it matter to me what matters to you? This doesn't matter to you? That I'm writing this for you? That I'm writing this to you with your name so embedded into the words that I write around my own thoughts. So what does it matter to me what I write when I'm hoping that what I write matters to you? It isn't true, what I'm writing isn't true because it's not for me, it's for you and there are implications to that, there's a social status and so I guess it matters what I write in your name. Why do I care so much less about what's in my name? Because I speak my truth and I think my truth and I want some proof that other people think their truth so I don't feel so alone when I'm speaking at home to other people at home who seem so alone but they don't consider other folks and what we could have written, it seems we were bitten by some sort of venomous old kitten, riding on the wing flaps of ribbons, hoisted in the sky of Great Britain. Sometimes I feel smitten by women who fit in the exact position I want my children to look up to and see with 20/20 vision. Hopefully, they see with precision the decision to effectively make decisions and take in the ability to confidently make decisions because we all need to make decisions. Decisions, do I continue on this journey of living hoping that my luck is on the rise? Do I accept that luck plays a part but what I really need to do is stand tall and make decisions? I'm conflicted. Conflicted feelings accompanied by an odd spin, confusion.