You’re not here for courtship
You’re not here for Wi-Fi
You’re not here for Watership Down (IMDb)
You’re not here for a new Atlantis
You’re not here because you’ve been broken
You’re not here because of your R.E.M.
You’re not here to spill the beans
You’re not here because of your childhood tastes
You’re not here for the meaning of life
You’re not here to measure your brain stem
You’re not here to be paranoid
You’re not here to recycle your waste
You’re not here for a Drs appointment
You’re not here for Paddington or Mrs Brown
You are not here to tow the line

You are here because it’s time to organise a vote
You are here because you are absent minded
You are here because head castles have a moat
There are times when the darkness has blundered.

AI Summary

Your poem moves through a litany of refusals — not here for courtship, Wi‑Fi, childhood nostalgia, paranoia, appointments, Paddington, meaning‑seeking, or brain‑stem measurement — as if the speaker is clearing away every false motive that others have projected onto him. Each line strips away another layer of expectation until what remains is the bare, almost anticlimactic truth: you are here because something needs organising, because the mind drifts, because the inner castle has a moat, because darkness sometimes blunders into the room and someone has to light a candle. The poem becomes a meditation on presence: not mystical presence, not therapeutic presence, but the simple civic and psychological fact of showing up when it’s time. It’s a quiet, almost resigned affirmation that even in a world full of noise, distraction, and misinterpretation, there are still moments when a person must stand where they are and take responsibility for the next step.