Every thing's in shambles,
Altercation up ahead.
Why do we complain
If it’s just something small?

Do we even dare
To listen carefully?
Probably sometimes,
Things weren’t what it seems.

What you see is what you get
Isn't always correct;
Just level your ears
To what could be true.

Never depend on yourself alone,
Just open and fess it up.
There will be helpers around;
So what’s harm in trying?