Our expectations are tethered
To a seemingly constant interface.
From there on, are structured
Opinions above the base.
But there comes a time When an alteration is found.
Events no longer rhyme
With thoughts that had bound.
A devastating dissonance indeed!
To come upon such a stage
And work around one’s creed.
Do as ye may, the day will age.
Soon bring to accept, you will,
There’s no shame in welcoming
The queer, lesser, unfamiliar till,
Yourself – you begin neglecting.