To understand the mystery
Is to overstand the jury
For pain traverses the sane
While they diverse through the insane
Their love is for money
Not harmony
We believe in a being
Yet our souls are like spring
They wind each day
Easy to waylay
Yet we claim we shall overcome
But we dont know how far we've come
For us pretty,
It's a pity
Being and Spring
Love the slant rhyme and the way you play with the rhyme as if creating a new scheme for end words - power packed with intensity - "...We claim we shall overcome/But we do not know how far we have come." Yes to this conceptualization and to this line so well constructed ~Lady A~