I do not want to be told i was wrong
that i have grown a little too wild with my instincts.
only you can tell me this.
if you do,
i will take myself up
build myself up a raft from whatever is hanging around
and push off from our imaginary desert island
and wish you well.
and let the currents and forces of nature
do what they will
having no interest in their
wholesome
worthy
fucking
reality