You would persist to give me form,
to conform to your norm,
but NO, I am but me, just me,
I wish you could see, just me.
To call me a poet, to call me a cad,
is an injustice to me, me old lad.
For to add an adjective to a soul
is an insult to the being.
I do not need your perspective
to exist, for I merely AM,
yours, ours , but mostly just mine.
I wish you were blind!
For to see is an illusion,
to hear is a betrayal,
I am pure energy, I ‘am’!
NOT your opinion, so sorry, but NO!