Bombarded by myriads of data,
I’m speaking frankly of my mind,
which is aim to replenish with treasures,
but is this noble notion pending,
unwitting naivety or aspirational diction,
implication  of pending circumstances predicated,
the world is awash with information excess,
discretion beckons when weighing details,
details available that appear convincing somehow,
at least on whatever surface the fingertip scratched,
colonisation is a term that maybe popular,
to bandy most endlessly by the cognoscenti,
whose manifest presence cannot be anyway denied,
I admit the sanctum of my mental state,
the mind I never blindly count on,
but whose intuition I trust when shrewd,
the power to ward off unwanted positions,
from whatever source is a pivotal hurdle,
to root out with clinical thoroughness,
is that task I must attend to,
nobody can underestimate the obstacles ahead,
nor can one for even the slightest moment,
attempt in to trivialise depth of judgement,
swimming in a turbulent ocean,
of questionable deceptive hints and tips,
an alert has now been sent to myself,
an obvious high alarm at that,
to be aware is never to be cynical,
it simply means to be judicious always,
to filter what could either be a subtle invasion,
you must jealously guard what is your space,
the  utmost space considered sacred,
if that is something you haven’t done,
before than now is an opportune time,
don’t ever delay much needed  top decisions
privacy of apt content  unique to all,
and only each individual can foster,
that secure  boundary waiting for clarity,
but even though a strenuous effort,
has been made without tint of  weakness,
with resignation that one thing inevitable,
maybe I’m understating the external foe,
which can be l beneficial in spasms,
and imperial dictator worst coloniser,
whose barren diktat this unrelenting dark fold,
Theirs is a merciless wind chill factor,
no ragged frost could stoop to,
savage icicle perforce would hardly match,
each proud human cannot relish opposition,
yet ideas that have been crookedly inserted