I sit in Nepal and I am at peace-
still close to hurt and anger; could be mine
I feel - maybe warp and woof - my life's piece.
Still I wonder if I’ve crossed a line,
or if I care anymore where I am
but more about easing pain not my own.
What I feel is my own; I have no dam;
why seize debris? D’be like taking a loan.
I don’t know, but I can learn what you teach;
if you want to know more, I will no less;
if you want to take, I’ll move within reach;
if you want to win, I can become lifeless.
What’s not your’s to have is me on my knees,
for to own it, you must make your own peace.
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