Is the first thing you see,
In a person or circumstance,
It affect your opinion or impression,
Every pieces in life have different faces.
I am one in all these,
Every hope and strength,
Every decision and path,
I am but one amongst many.
Being one is not singular,
I see hope as much as hopelessness,
I see strength as much as weakness,
I trust as easily as I batray with a cunning hate,
I love and lie with just this one face.
It’s my impaired emotion and lack of control,
That my one is driven differently to serve self.
I am the center, I do it all for me.