and the atmosphere changes
Just walks into the room
and the dynamic rearranges
I've noticed people notice him
I hear he talks and people listen
I want to be free like him
I wish that I could be like him
He's always in control
in every situation
He's always in control
and acts; no hesitation
I've heard he speaks and people hush
I think he repels other people's dust
I hear that he's kind and wise and just
The more I hear of him, the more I must
I know he's real
and not a fake
I've seen the people
that live in his wake
that live to take
and he lets them,
for he's so great
Thanks for reading what's accidentally turned out to be a rather religious poem (I picked up on it in the re-read). Now here's a poll.
State, as specifically as possible, what is currently your greatest source of frustration.
