the habit of settlement is not always good
the need for dissension is never understood
life cannot always offer a cakewalk to us
it is a mad mad world with a crazy rush
so please pour some acid of disagreement
on the biological assay of our relationship
stir it with the tender ladle of togetherness
so that we can well make a perfect grip
let there be a conflict of millions of words
let’s forget our flock, let’s forget our herds
let us respect our inherent asymmetry
and convert it into a a perfect chemistry
