Oversimplifying ~ Justice calls for standards Standards which, if I abandon, They might tell me what they think it means I am, and what it makes me to them Speculations, fragmentations What they think should be happening as a consequence From what they've seen me do, or say, Judgment can be pain, blurred lines like rushing rain, somewhat condemned by me from the frame in my mind, though it depends where one draws a line of thinking, why do we shame In the mess of seeking justification for all sorts of situations Conversations What leads one to criticize, narrow eyes narrow minds Redefine, constructs and paradigms arrows striking what to think anything means while we're stuck behind lenses prone to distortion and bias of mass proportions not that we're incapable of learning important insights despite the fog and uncertainty the overwhelming things that bind us, limits and truths behind the face and mind open my head and myself to the heavens and hells of life to the eyes With no surprise if those won't be the first to strike or take a swipe Standing between them and I, a median of the minds polarized meeting mine paths intertwine and a meeting of mine, inside - designed, enshrined, confined at the middle of the line Between the extremes Limbo’s the edge of a knife and a tightrope that screams look down and below and around and above and behind I can only take in so much, there's only so much room on the shelf, and a limited shelf-life and time for inputs and data, what else Could I put into this agenda I could tell you I'm a sender, I'm a member, I'm a contender, mind-bender to render I'm a fender and an offender But I don't need to tell you And yet the words spill speaking much for themselves living somewhere still And I do it by will To push past my fear To go up the hill To do more from here I’m my own attender belief suspender deep befriender fragment lender facet blender poem ender
