Rude Passenger

I’ve seen my life without your calculus

The same fraction reduced through educated guess

I used to let equations rule me, like a self appointed king

Tradition or not, I will no longer kiss the ring

Your voice was like a drum played off rhythm, dusk to dawn

But I can fortify the walls you're beating on

(and I will)

Thank god there’s ways to turn you down

You can’t scare me

With just a little meditation, an image grows clear, a tiger in the snow

The climate and the lack of vegetation, make you obvious and slow

Full stop, I revel in the silence

Are you forward thinking now

Or just good at freaking out

Your anxious drone disturbs my garden

I should cut you down like hedges overgrown

I circle back, patrol the margins

You’ll never get back here inside my outer zones