Even If I Could Afford It

I don't expect anyone to know, The details of my experiences. To care as much as I do, Appreciating why and how... Being blessed is less what I flaunt. But the way I feel to express myself. Done to do the best I can. And that expression may not be accepted. By those who believe they can perceive, They know better than I do... To qualify themselves to say, Anything about me to anyone else. With it to think okay to make it up. Or assume my life to have lived it, I had been unconscious. For every second of my 72 years. Living in bliss and numbed. Feeling nothing but complete ecstacy. That kind of delusion to create, Even if I could afford it to do... Would be too late and useless to me, To prove it now to validate opinions made. Regardless of how fantastic, And free of obstacles. Without a scent of negativity they may be.