Why do your words deceive me with your shallow quotations
of this and that, in between and far from?
Life isn’t your fortress alone, not only your Great Wall,
but his, hers, theirs, and mine too.
Share with me, what is aloft, in realistic pretenses,
and forget, relive and untie connections.
Allow me this once to fend for myself and do what I must;
for me, not you, not him, not her, not them.
I alone can shake my world, crumble my downfalls and build,
resurrect my own statue, memorial, or grave.
I’ll write my own story with myself as the plot that I see,
and I’ll twist, converge and recreate my dream.
So your words cannot deplete my structure or my foundation,
they cannot blind, hinder or destroy me.
Although this world stands against myself, against you,
I know my path and will walk it calmly.
With you or against you – as my enemy, friend, or as no one at all,
I can ride my pride, my faith, my dignity – all alone.
