No, don't allow it.
Even if the wind of
Stifling systems blow through
Don't let it.

The world's our stage
My stage, and yours.
Rush not, for there is expanse,
For you and I.
You create yours, and I,
Mine.
With patience, I'll be my
Director, and you,
Yours.

Don't let it.
Don't let them.
Don't let anything take you
Away from the blossoming expanse
That is a gift to you.

Amen.

Uncle T