Disturbance.

The hum of the marketplace, 
a specific frequency, 
tuned by the careful hand of the Marketer. 
It finds its way, not through command, 
but resonance, a gentle tap 
on the ever-present brain. 
 
That brain, a gift, a boundless space, 
not a remote control unit 
for the independent soul that walks its path. 
It is the canvas where the inner self 
decides its stretch, its reach, 
a constant striving toward knowing more. 
 
Education blooms within, 
not for accolades, but for the quiet 
well-being of the core, 
the spirit yearning to find its voice, 
to articulate the shades of being. 
 
Summing up the days, 
it is the small habits, the everyday texture, 
that weave the cloth of character. 
Each morning rise, a testament, 
a blessing whispered on the wind. 
Blessed to see the curve of the path, 
how today’s sunlight outshines the shadows 
of the day before. 
 
To maintain the fragile green shoots of growth, 
to nurture the inward turning, 
even when the ground is hard, 
when the internal weather brings a storm, 
a struggle that must be navigated. 
 
Opportunities arrive, shimmering, 
often shaped by the very landscape 
of our hidden battles. 
The unspoken chains, the internal demons 
we wrestle in the quiet hours, 
the addictive pulls of the mind’s old songs. 
 
There is a need for inner correction, 
a subtle shift in perspective, 
but the external clock keeps its frantic pace. 
There is no spare second, 
no allowance to dissect each breath, 
to lay bare every passing thought 
for public review, for endless analysis. 
 These voices I don't know 
They act like their me 
The I get strange looks
So ,pardon this your not to be uncomfortable at all
Listen
The world demands presence, 
a forward momentum that trusts the grain, 
that accepts the imperfect moment. 
Guaranteed, the journey unfolds, 
not by hour-by-hour audit, 
but by the steady, internal compass 
guided by the self that chooses to learn, 
to bloom, to simply be. 
The calibration is subtle, social give and take, 
a beneficial friction against the self-made shell, 
pushing the inner landscape outward, 
into the shared, complex light.

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