While the country's on fire
You keep tearing people out of their rooms and beds
With a long, seemingly 'liberal' narrative.
'Liberal' from the point of view of the rustic crowd
Means 'free to be a wrongful saint'
With a limited liability
To create and destroy.
Being the one around and above the 15 million
Of people with such a tremendous endurance,
Your keep their egos stretched
Until they burn -
A painful training.
Can they refrain from their emotions?
I wish I never bumped into you
But since I have,
My liability is no longer limited.
How can my eyes now escape yours?
I try to feign modesty.
I'm not a libertine,
Just liberal
With an unlimited instinct
To interview
All the seemingly interweaving words.
Do I admire you?
I try to picture
How to outstrip
Your hyperactive
And passionary mind.
