To relate, or not to relate–

that is the question for our generation,

our habitually perplexed state of being

and our fiend ambitions…

Birthed instinctively clinging to claim an idea of “self”,

We loosely grasp our own: worth, identity, reality.

The revolution is in our minds (!)

like a stir-crazed child,

seemingly trapped in an endless crib

of “self” doubt, criticism, loathing—

Dear Neighbor,

I regret to inform you that we cannot peacefully co-exist at this time.

There is no room for hugs.

But, let’s exchange inconsequential pleasantries (!) …

I am currently occupied– with a very (very) busy job,

Wait, I mean… My ego is preoccupied–

with feeding an addiction-to being “right”.

So, I will find time to disprove- whatever it is you believe, say, or do-

Because, it aligns with the plight of always being “right”.

Enjoy the fruit basket, see you in church.

Sincerely, Your “Good” Neighbor

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