He sat in a chair, oh so high
Then looked around and started questioning why
The world is black, white and blue
He had so many questions but no clue
It should be done, this way that way
Your way is wrong, he would often say
You can’t develop, progress and move
You are wrong, your way messed; he tried to prove
He was a man, oh so wise
Lost his core, that’s how he paid the price
For his vision and view stayed the same
Locations changed, the chair remained
There he was sitting in the pool he used to hate
Tried to change or accepted his fate?
The story is still incomplete
I wish the man would stop trying to beat
Beat the way others tried to succeed
It was ‘for’ that he should have been indeed
Leave the chair, move around
Its your way, you lost or you still haven't found
There is nothing wrong coz you are doing your bit
Don't struggle to change others, don't try to fit
Those who believe you are right
Would join along, you won't have to always fight
Your aim is right, intentions true
There will be 'against', and 'for' will be few
Criticizing is good, but not all the time
Life is what you make, with a drop of lime!
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