Do As I Please

I was worried about nothing. There was nothing on the slate.

There were rumblings in the closet. Though not the hand of fate.

Acceptance was my compliance. The wise had made a dent.

The voices had all left my head. Not broke but bruised and bent.

There’s a moment in the sunshine. With a cool September breeze.

I think I left her at the alter. To try some of, do as I please.

Dennis Mantin

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