In a world barred by Lack of friendship and power of poetry I ask myself, is this all just make-believe How are we not smitten by each other? Instead, we are discriminating each other Detention centers made for people without power Is this all just sheer bad luck for a passersby I ask myself, is this all just make-believe Pressed against the ***** clothes Is a face, I'll never see it and it will never find a voice In a world barred by Lack of friendship and power of humanity Our existence is befallen by its own arrogance I ask myself, is this all just make-believe
No, there is too much agony
Experience can have rank-ordered codes arranged by sub-features which are further graded by how we view the latter. Then, it becomes a matter of analytic thinking or logical progression.