A Musing Indifference

Do not give me pity, do not feel brash,
For I will live eating the fruits and mending my path.
Your stares do not disable in stance,
they limit the valleys I roam; to understand who I am.

If for anything sacred in our days,
I'd send worth to the admission to habitat my space.
To experience together, to offer whimsical embrace,
Nothing can bring greater resolve, height, or deprave.

This is the world in which will all revolve,
how grateful I'll be for this great escape!
The gift I've entrusted through the beauty of the mind,
And the source behind my fate.