This before 
I do
the things 
I do
I wonder 
what if
I didn’t 
then who
would do 
the things 
I do 
the way
I do 
the things 
I do
maybe you 
is who
would do 

Doing things 
by myself 
choosing things 
for myself 
having things 
as myself 
brings joy 
and happiness 
a peace
that only 
ever comes 
when I
make me 
my priority 
a selfish 
self is
never a 
bad idea 

Oh busy
little bee
why must 
you bob 
about me 
rest here
so I 
might look
upon thee 
and see

Make room 
make way 
toss out
and overboard 
not aside 
make no 
apologies to 
pitch but 
never trash 
for things 
had value 
once and 
only once 
never again 
or forever 

Tickles and glee
is all I
need whispers and 
secrets wafts of
fragrance and hints 
of spice tease
just like leaves 
whose edges begin 
to turn color 
little things bring
hope to home 
for wee me