I know who I am, and where I am going.
It may be sound clinched, but I am sure of myself,
true of myself as in factual I speculate,
in taste I sense- nowise to dwell past it.
I watch my step as things take a turn,
getting my own way
in place of scoring around with vamps.
they are fuming with me
my words made them feel good,
my body made them feel much better.
It became a passing thought
to have less drama in life.
©checamj
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