I Don't have the time any more

Another time, another place,
I would listen to all those carefully,
Who want to tell me, their tales of woe.
Taking every word to my heart,
Absorbing every surreptitious whisper into my soul,
Even though I knew, they would probably never do the same with me.

Another day, another year,
I would indulge all those unthinkingly,
Who want me to put aside what I am doing, and play ball with them.
Striving every step of the way,
Giving every iota of the pleasure of my company,
Even though I knew, they might never be around when I feel alone.

Another hour, another age,
I would go all out to build a relationship,
Even with those, who didn't really deserve a second chance.
Overlooking their annoying idiosyncrasies,
Ignoring their inability to rise above the ocassion,
Only because, I was attracted to a positive aspect or two in them.

No more! I don't want to deal with people,
Who never make the first move.
Who refuse to let go of their prejudices.
Who misunderstand my passion as a hoax to get attention.
Who would live and die in their self-created cocoons of spurious security.

I am sick of the Cindrellas, waiting to be discovered.
I am angry at the bigotry, of the disguised Khomeinies.
I have given up on the Freuds, who think they know me better than myself.
And, I am tired of entertaining overgrown kids....