Contentment subtraction

 The mind, a mash, in murky phase,

Seeks clarity through mental grays,

It sheds the dregs, in clever maze,

A purer thought, through life's short days,

With essence found, it gently lays,

Upon the truth that always stays.

Right possibilities agony seeing

 

One anger people agony

 

Conviction force cause other

 

Opinions shadow the path

 The facts lie flat, the path so plain and pure,

But feelings flare, a shadow's lure.

What eye perceives, the heart then skews,

And coldly molds, or boldly hues.

A whisper's weight, a worried mind,

Makes light seem late, a truth behind.

So gloom descends where joy could beam,

Opinion's bloom is a waking dream.

Art now grasp opinion

 

Compassion unborn danger them