When shall it be “When”?

Too much to say as even more is the pile of works
When either increases proportionally, or the variance inversely
Wisdom clothed when its reversed to shame empty words
Or is stripped naked when there are noises made from every sounds.
In Preference, one is above the other irrespective of its presence
For its a choice of the being who creates its path of Personality.

Who is the person that dares to make a start
In that change that is close to perfection
Though it makes such equal to God
Yet it is but a start amongst many other changes to face
Started with little things behind the will and priority
Is the union and fusion of harsh and search judgement.

Who emerges victorious in constancy and consistency
Over the tides, thick and thin between good and bad
Yet the difficulty to spot which is the neither or either
Construes and complicates but determine or motivates
The being entangled in life challenges amidst noise and works entailed.

In one is the ever strenuous strife to uphold and sustain
The character renowned across other persons involved
For in totality of such works brings forth the birth of Society
Filtered in multiplied acts of Virtues and Vices, Good and Evil.
Still Perfection doesn’t make the limelight rather in fowl cry,
Measuring the God-like tendencies through words and deeds

Thus is the pensive mood breeding lots of tensed actions
Triggering ignorant result of mediocrity and pessimisms.
Should it be the disposition of character portrayed,
Could it transform to optimism and finesse instead?
Such is the middle gate between all beings who build a life,
To swim between the Devil and the deep blue sea of strife.

A Publication of Onyeador Anthony for Uniquely Mustered