Possession Not

I don’t wish to be anybody’s somebody,
Nor expect anybody be my somebody.
I crave not the restriction of another heart,
Nor the confinement of my own loving art.

You may not agree with my ideology,
Maybe something is wrong with my psychology.
I do feel unique in my drive with compersion,
So much I seem to be a social inversion.

Maybe I am.

I know when I release,
When I mute the world noise,
And the mind voices cease,
I bask in people joys.

And joy, true joy, is freedom.