Not a poem//like a rock

Just a thought…

Why doesn’t seem like everybody’s going nuts at the same time? Why?

Sometimes, it seems like I am the last sane person on the planet.

Everybody tears their hair out, I have to say no when people want me to say yes, and there I sit, quietly, solidly–like a rock. Steady

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