When forgotten is the unity.
Left is mutiny and dictatorship of mind.
Thinking that I am in control,
and majority’s poll, agreed
and believed, but then I sat down
Determined, to stay in place.
I lost all my face, such disgrace.
I can’t sit in peace, but at least,
I sat, on the mat, for a while.
Thinking of tumours benign,
and wine, minds whine.

After long, five minutes,
I rose, scratched my nose,
and thought, against whom I fought?
Resistance is all for naught.
Maybe, just maybe,
there’s a way without internal resistance?
Behind wind can be assistance.
But is it compatible with change?
Or will I be stuck, in a strange, habitual, misery.