`O Phoenix, you arose and rearose
And each time again
It was a bigger mess
Do you still think you can restructure it?’
He thought the commotion was yet, like a store
that you can get what you desire without even
maybe a bargain. There is something in the aspiration
of getting what you bargained for; inspirationally,
spiritually. In reality, you get all screwed up feeling there
is a dementia where nobody is listening. And as the time
ebbs and flows, are you trying hard to hide your
impatience? Nobody sees resonance in your point of view
Nobody seems to understand conviction over convenience
Nobody wants your solutions, resolutions…your
idea of order, decorum, justice, righteousness;
even if you resolved to fight to the end! They’d rather
subjugate themselves to who they think are the high
and mighty, so you can’t have anyone or anything
if you don’t want either pillar or post. If you should finally
say to yourself, am I going to deplorably lose the
Mother and Father of all my ideology, because nobody
seems to see sense in it?! O Phoenix, at least you have a death wish:
You came alone unto the world; and you will go from it, alone!
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