Within each person are others to be freed,
Some are good and some are bad;
There in lies hiding somebody like me,
Of tempers both glad and sad.
Nobody is there - all absolute,
Nor anybody, of one color, one route;
You are always both polished and crude,
It's your contrasting ways and its entire plot's.
Our moods are like days and nights,
We comprehend them through our lives;
When you, in one temper abide,
The other you, awakes up and arrives.
For how dearly, one really wants to be,
He cannot control his flights;
For if he did he wouldn't mature to see,
Where in his doings, are wrongs and rights.
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A worthy thought and nicely expressed. It is a process which you bring into reality and which is sorely needed. We don't realize how all of us are so closely related and have so much in common. Reminds me of Charlie Brown who said, 'I love mankind, it's people I can't stand.'