Ramafied

So it looks
An audience
To gather 'round
To receive

An ambidextrous reasoning
From which we could live
We clearly could see

This problem's got
A puzzling question
Of length and width
Of breadth and depth

Which we know
For now I wither
So why Should I?
I beg to differ

A long lost lullaby
From me to your world
To which we have
We have to compare

Have I become
A heavy cargo
For self indulgence
To reveal

I've seen you like her
Ignore response
I see you changе
Your change of style

But why can't I
I now comprise
I see no way
To rеconcile

Reconcile

Reconci-i-i-ile

I-i-i-i-le