Do I just express or the underlying motive is to impress
Is this the masquerade of a wannabe tigress that causes me a substantial stress
My intentions are not to mess with anyone, but I elicit negativity from not just one but a ton
Should my finger tape my lips with a mum, so that there is no malice to sum
I stir some ideas to cook some equilibrium and dominate the aromatic delirium
But the lid of compression leads to a boiling depression
The train of thought does not carry merry-goers, instead the passengers possess some nasty glowers
I muster courage to give a green signal to the locomotive, yet the hesitant halts renders a failed motive
My thoughts are whaling up in the brainy sea
Yet I sip some more tea and try to have a situation that is "we"
The grass is greener on the other side, hence I want to be on the listener side
My intentions were never wily, but they were perceived dryly
Yet again, I suppress those thoughts with the help of some neurological bots
But then my heart perceives others as nothing but some lousy clots
Subconsciousness never ceases to amaze me, and instils in me a feeling of "We"
It is my true companion, and never convicts me of ideas that run
My words are not manipulative like the chess, and they are surely not a guess
Clarity is what dwells in them marked by a self -belief in their stem.