Is not better

My plans are not absolutely

Like the blade of a knife

Imperfect serrated

Neither dull nor fine

But they are mine

And all weeks for me are spent

Adjusting to others

And not creating my own reality at all

And yet in kind

And out of for-thought for them

So please

Not all the time

But everyone and dog gone awhile

Would you please

Just let a plan be a plan

Of mine

Stand-alone as is

And not switch it or change it morph it

Into some form sub standardized

Self need for your own time

And will

To be recognized

Your preference is not better

It’s just your own

Same

As

Mine

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