Power and Form

Power and Form Are the two elements of a human life Our words are sweet and sometimes sour However it’s a deadly trace throughout the human race We say yes too often to satisfy our so-called rational minds Is the life of a poet/poetess more fulfilling than a farmer? Are we the expression of nature? Or victims of a regimental affiliations We are as you know impossible and unpredictable Because we all are crazy species Power and form There is no more secret society The secret of man is publicize under watchful eyes The world looks into our families’ photos Looking for the perfect quota, As each and everyone one of us partake in online revelry Like an disciplinary cavalry However, within our soul lies the truth. I lost one year, one birthday I rebirth and lost my power and position Atlas! I am in the lower realms Now I am in heaven