Iss mod se jaate hain..

I feel like a clown
Juggling hats in a ring
And I suck
As do clowns I think
(only they on purpose)

My hats are unique
Not just any old
They have magical powers
Such is their hold

Such is their hold
That as I put one on
It changes me
Switches my song

See, one is all sense
A surrendering of sorts
It rides with the tides
Makes friends with them warts

The other's a general
Marching in time
Even shadows fear to lurk
Beauty is a crime

Both originate in a dot
And go their separate ways
Two roads in a yellow wood
As the poet says

One paved with purpose
The other an end in itself
I do have to travel both
Both reflections of myself

But as I gaze upon the mirror
I think I'm all mankind
For who isn't a conflict
Layers intertwined
Layers of cotton & gold
Of gossamer & grime
Each makes the other better
And the whole so sublime

And thus have I convinced
Myself of being all right
Is that a dreamer's delusion
Or the general's might ?