Incongruity
In the complexity of life it is often that there’s strife
In the complexity of circumstance we oft forget our favorite dance
And in the sequence of events we thus go off in famous rants
So we entangle as we weave and soon our brain will also leave
As we forget what was the cause and so we delve into the loss
In times of stress we thus impose emotions strong with no remorse
So what’s the quest in desperate plea?
That you agree instead of me
