Treasure Island

maria sudibyo

(280883 / parist van java)

Art of Reason II

As price of trust,  as clever manipulation
As witty challenge, as fighting argument
As logical explanation, as lame excuse
As unbelievable bargain, as truthful amend

In moment of confusion, in terrible situation
In complaint matter, in accused crime 
In irritating fact, in intimidating comment
In case of sympathy, in result of event

For angry costumer, for critical judge
For untamed children, for worry parent
For suspicious lover, for demanding boss
For curious eyes, for apathy viewer

By self satisfaction, by greater need
By normal procedure, by crazy idea 
By thinking process, by instinct lead
By finding the motive, by connecting the link

With free words, with careful calculation
With honest answer, with structural lie
With strong determination, with wavering tear
With planted theory, with thinning patience 

To take responsibility, to give clarity
To apologize the error, to calm the storm
To justify the action, to set opinion
To erase the fear, to live the day 

Submitted: Wednesday, February 13, 2013
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