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?

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DCG