will it be a case
of this, that you scratch
my back and then
i too must scratch yours?
you praise me and then i owe
you and so i have to praise
you in return?
i am far sighted, and i
only see those that are far
from me.
you are shortsighted, and
you wish that i become your
perfect compliment.
i am independent like a free
falling ball that is thrown up
and then must come down.
i hit the ground and that is good
enough for me.
so don't bother, as i bother no one
so must you too, not bother me.
i love it here sitting alone
basking under the moon, drinking
my own cup of tea.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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