Let me tell you I am meek and a bit weak,
There is little help available but none that I want to seek.
I aspire to be the flowing river but I am bit like Ice,
I tried a bit of fire but melting wasn't nice.
I want to discover the dark bottoms and the bright skies,
Like the wise tree penetrates soil with its roots and air with leaves,
But I am bit lazy to sow my own seeds and lack the patience to taste my own deeds.
Sometimes I am able to reflect on my Paradoxes and all the cries,
Maybe I am expecting a bit too much from all the tries.
Out of my natural fears at dusk,
I found the patterns of black and white,
To my wonder the first rays of Dawn were not empathetic,
All the paradigms turned grey in my sight.
When I needed the assistance,
My body expressed a deep resistance,
Why Plato initiated this reconnaissance,
When Darwin could have bargained with inheritance,
Now whom should I blame for this ambivalence.