They Thought Wrong... And Still They're Thinking

And as I lay my thoughts and each rhyme

In this world, thus to combine

I sense and am sure that by the next moment,

I'll feel a change in this entertainment.

Had it been the same as my old writing,

It would have been not as challenging

As this new form that I call true understanding

But I am still not that far from fighting.

Hitherto I had been missing my own choice

For their better hearing, and not my voice

Can I put together a heart and a mind

To not make myself again blind?

I can imagine how wrong it feels to do

Anything that's not on their way

But I quite neglect that, too;

As I now wake from this cold play.

A play, it truly is, for I'm a character

And they're part of the scene, in my opinion

I walk from them as quick as I can

And still they catch me before I go, over again.

Had it been as my old writing, I would have said

I'm disappointed; but now my plan

Is to go the right way, but I do no longer justice to my words

For it does not stay in my way

To say

That I am not to be believed and listened to

And I finish this long line by saying, it is no longer called the right side

Or the odd way, as it was someday;

'Cause now it is called rightfulness

And, by some, awful distress.