When something goes so wrong, anybody must think that better idea could be made and we'd follow it, verything goes so well. Nevertheless, actually, in world, in fact, so many never ideal situation is coming up with in our society, far from it, moreover so astociously lawless situation gets realized.
There, what drags that reality, the quesionable mind comes up with our mind, but certainly reacting our so steady effort, something could have been reformed and some other thing could have been suppressed, nevertheless, after a few while, we are witnessing so rudely disorderly deployment could be observed by us, though we could be distressed with that all miserable situation and our all acting.
To those all realites, we otherwise could answer like next.
That so fierce realizable our reality could be some our irresistible outcome, and if we'd made an effort of reforming as much as possible, nevertheless, that thing could have outocomed in vain, eventually we'd get one so negative conclusion.
That is, consequently our all history must show us that even if we personally have own ideal and head for realizing that form, anytime for a while, certainly so ideally emobodied reality could be done to us, in spite of it, after long, we'd fall into some another hell tasty reality, decisively daring we should conclusion and make our mind clear that eventually after all, we are not so perfectly ideally made, that so serious misunderstanding or kind of so sinful act or so offending performance and behavior, that must be kind of destined our reality and just it must be our true appearance and true substance.
Certainly, it is just well that we think that we should make our reality as going on suitably attached to our mind depicting ideal, and to some extent, otherwise, very occasionally so realizably true possoble thing, we want to get that idea too.
However, that could be so optimistic easy fantasy. Ultimately we could never evade our own making minus spiral so irregulary, if we personally think that our own reality goes on so well, just that'd be only lucky, that'd never necessary development, only so accidentally fortunately that reality could be given to the site, we'd get that judgement so far.
Truly, at the matter of fact, I'd like to create only beautiful poetry, but actually, in this world never so ideal, never yet so atrociously outrageous and even the cheapest reality could be made by us, so irresitibly, though I cannot help but giving up my ideal hope to write only beautiful poetry everyday, thus eventually very sometimes, I could conclude that now so rarely I can have a feeling to create so beautiful poetry, though soon I can do so well, so postively, and that thing must be so rarely gotten and so lucky thing to me, you know.
Finally, should we conclude that human goes so as it should be, and that content could be that just we all are consistently incomplete, we all are never imperfect, only that conclusion is fixed into my one of so certain remark around assessing our capability and essence.
Yes, this sentence is not verse, so talkative prose. Thereby, just I have an idea, and I wish closing my eyes, sometime I could meet the best chance to create so simply beautiful words in so simply short and convincing content better poetry as the ideal verse in my life.
Just no idea, where that chance could come up to me, so far, now.
Mar. 3rd. 2022