Way-Ward A Bit Poem by Julius Lenaiyarra

In the human absurdity
Face-slapped by a human parody
Way-ward a bit, you may think
Inscripted in the melting insolence
Taking a stride forward,
Looking to the front then,
Seeing the mist and daze
That everything was in a haze
Took another step forward
Too hazy, but a lean forward
The expression on the face remained
In a conformed utter and thought
Saw a challenge to challenge
His face straightly facing up
But no expression visible
He uttered a few words
In a glottal voice but still memorable
You have to train your mind
To be stronger than your emotions
Or else you will lose yourself everytime