What I seek

What more should I bring,
Offer you or showcase
In this lifetime, I seek no validitation
Nor do I need yours.
The drama and saga
Epic moments, so called
Are nothing but subtle subterfuge
Of a fleeting life.
Anxious as one may see
Anxiety is just a passé
And all that is left is Avarice
In a long wait of endings.

Yet your pestilence is forever present
I do not resent, nor disdain
For you have nothing but dreams
Of a false grandeur called life
That which you call life.
If ignored largely, in your wake
For you seek others to validate you
I seek none, I seek no one
And when the end is near
I shall not be entangled or strained.
For I can be at ease
Pass into oblivion, as lived , so dead.