They all want to tell me
which direction I should go, that
no matter which direction I am going
it is not the right direction.
They want to tell me what to say,
that what I am saying is wrong,
although I am wholly silent.
They want to tell me
what to think, what I should
not even think, although they
cannot know my thoughts.
They want a great many things,
each wants the others to be
exactly like him or her,
and I know they are doomed
to failure for I can and will
only be myself and there is
nothing they can do about it.