How we percieve each other goes a long way to determine our relationships. Our thoughts lie within our domain of control, therefore we are capable of discerning where we stand in times of uncertainty. This poem raises these issues.
I am the father of my imagination The son of my actions But aren't you the brother of my misfortune The sister of my dilema?
I demand no answer. Your silence is understandable
Beneath the cruelty of your profanity I dare you evoke the wisdom of our sanctity The serenity of our turbulence