I don't pretend
Even the slightest of recognition
I sometimes wonder
How I understand
As much as I do
How can this mechanism
I.e. my mind
Do any better?
Ruefully I admit
My shortcomings
And I pray for mercy
And gentle correction
We hesitate
To praise the living
We rush
To condemn the dead
It's as if
We're on a leash
When it comes to love
