It In Itself

I must write to not forget it

I must dance to not get stunted

I understood nothing but have been renowned as genius

Glazed windows and shod soles

We embrace but struggle

Our considerations are queer

Who doesn't know it - lies

Who laughs at it - doesn't understand

Who doubts about it - searches for

Beautyful roads paved by shits

Equality wrinkled, not irreversible

Course predetermined, not formed