I seem to sit alone a lot,
And internalize.
Immune to all the events that are,
Right before my eyes.

Is it choice that makes me,
Not give even a care.
I am my own companion,
I am always there.

Others' miseries, they don't phase me.
Yet neither do my own,
I just accept whatever comes..as is,
And reap what I have sown.

What a great ability,
To turn reaction to naught,
Before I remember to forget,
It's already forgot.