done

i'm done trying to count,

every grain sand

every fallen leaf,

the weight of the earth

the segments in an ant's

antennae,

done searching the cosmos,

the frailty of flesh

its short life span,

done plotting a bucket list

done living for tomorrow

today is enough

it will all end in

with countless things undone

i'm tired,

it doesn't matter anymore,

i've reached my time limit,

the end of my rope

nothing matters

but a short left stint

of opportunity

to just live,

just live and know the truth

nothing,

literally nothing

surprises me anymore,

good is good

and bad is bad

it just doesn't matter

except to bathe in good

now,

the only thing left is,

simple, . . .

i hate lies,

i hate greed,

i hate theft,

and i hate murder, . . .

i love the innocent,

like children

and animals

like pets,

. . . get my drift?

if you don't,

it's just fine,

because

i'm done

trying to convince

done trying to please anyone

except to love them

but,

only if they let me

yeah,

that's it . . .

i'm done apologizing

psycho analyzing, . .

done

except that,

if anyone comes up to me,

and really wants nothing,

just me,

my attention,

my words,

my love,

i will,

i will freely give

all of it