An emotional cost is witnessed
The only return on the investment I made
‘Tis a pocketful of tolerance and heartache
‘Tis of this in which I have paid
I am not the ideal example
There is no pedestal for me
I try to live the best I can
But all I have to tell you is what I have to see
A struggle can be an opportunity
In struggle we can find our strengths
Sometimes the opportunity is lost
When we find too many imposing constraints
There are often unspoken assumptions
In the social presumptions we make
We tell ourselves that they are real
But we should test them to see if they are fake
How can we make sense out of the world?
We can’t even make sense out of our life
What is the cause of this frustration?
What is the cause of this strife?
Perhaps we take part in this deception
Perhaps we miscalculate our views
Place another one down the line of our query
Place another one in the back of the Que
Is there relativity in our observations?
Does the standard move from line to line?
Again from situation to situation?
Through the ethereal space or through those of us bound in time?
How do we decide this ethic?
Who gets to draw the lines?
How do we meet our standards?
When do we undermine?