A wrong conclusion

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.