I am not the enemy, I don’t understand;
I can not pretend to be,
Virtues unnoticed like, I am not a trinity,
Soft winds sway misery, and often, in dignity,
They say simply be; extrinsic me,
My tendencies significantly endeavors;
Seeking subjects contrary to blasphemy,
I am odd, even when I tick-tock indigenously,
Im seeing reiterations, as in, what am I eliciting?

Measurements of variables that doesn’t equate;
There is no definite,
Morals and Ethics are not the same;
Conducts of reverence,
Polarity for skeptics, androgyny inherent,
Relative perspectives built from  what is objective; It is the foundations that reap benevolence,
It’s camaraderie; a league, a nation that is element,
Compartmentalizations; references, intelligence,
However, logic is a skill that killed questions when ill intentions rationalized reasonings contrary to evidence based off lack, exemplified through biased notions creating emotions that defends or challenges what is of relevance,

Here I find myself, in inception,
Aboriginal in segments, due to destinations connected;
Pondering on theories of relativity, expressing reflections.