better things to do

to each his or her
own
life. their own troubles,
and self
made strife.
let it be and let it go.
take
with you
what you want,
leave the rest behind.
no need to worry
anymore about me,
pick your own path,
your untraveled
or well beaten road,
and take it to suit
your needs, walk in
your own
direction, to a place
you find light,
where you can surround
yourself
by those
without eyes, who won't
confront you with wrongs
or rights.
I have better things to
do than to carry
your burdens too,
to tote
your endless troubles and wounds
that never
heal, just bleed and bleed,
not red,
but blue.