Should I listen to others
who want to change me?
They have more imagination than me
I might have been influenced by some
but by persuasion, not by dictation
I listen, observe and decide on my own
Until she comes reciting her poetry like a song
I forget I have a pain in my ear, need a biopsy.
Traveling for so many days
435 bridges and 234 tunnels
Losing landmarks and diverting to side excursions
A lavish description of arriving somewhere
After getting lost
Like newlyweds entering their first house
Whatever the sizable differences are
They can be traced to algorithms
Like sentences they have to learn because they are new
After awhile they can talk and understand
The end is an accomplishment
Carried by patience and time.
They are foreign to each other
Like a blinding snowstorm before beginning of summer
Afterwards seasons go uninterrupted, seem seamless
Though there are days of grief
Some days of longing, others of mirth
Ambiguity eases into familiar themes
They arrive to a place they understand
Life changes gradually into bliss
Remembering words of Aristotle
We yearn to reach the good at the end.
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