Perhaps one day the world can change remove this grain from the gears those sprockets seeking to rotate have no need to compensate
an irritation that few admit except to step around the grit ****** by silence without regard for the feelings of the gnat
allowing gods to have their way with full knowledge of good and bad the highest wisdom with least pain divinity spawned is then made plain
at last all others may depart the annoyance finally purged from the sight of those who rule nature blessed with the void.
2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20190808.
The poem βPerhaps One Dayβ is a combination of thoughts about impostor complex, feelings of worthlessness, and the knowledge that others are fully in control of the world.