Every human is filled with contradiction One person’s hero is another’s villain We try to strive for pristine perfection But often fall prey to the human condition

Each of us has ideals in our mind About who we are and how we’re defined But it’s one thing to have ideals and another to find A way to live these out fully over time

Life in its irony throws us much dissonance To wrestle with and evaluate its substance Like buying Marxist books on Amazon with reluctance Our learned behaviours are ingrained, yet we crave resistance

That gap between who we are and who we want to be Sometimes feels insurmountable, a tragedy But recognizing ourselves in all our discrepancies Is the first step towards closing the gap on our tendencies