Striving for the righteousness
I was standing alone in all the mess
Pointing at me were only the fingers
Making me think it's me that errs
The battle outside came within
Making me see the unseen
How the lack of support was the actual scene!
Perishing was all my conscience
Shading me was the eminence
Of neutrality at all levels
Getting stuck in the curls
Of the unleveled path
Holding the scath
Lost the tip in the way
Getting closer made me move away
Goal was a mere mirage
Tip of the iceberg
Underneath was the reality so large
Each rise was a rise on the berg
That's why things don't change easily
Since each right is all scattered crussily
Assemblage is a task
Neutrality being the mask.

                 -(When people are right
They are dragged back by the wrong ones
To that added is the lack of support
From people they r being righteous for
This all leads to neutrality.)