Clashism

We go about our ways,

And we clash.

And when we clash,

We make an impression,

An impression becomes expectation,

An expectation,

An allegory.

We continue to go about our ways,

Safe, satisfied with the status quo.

And when we are satisfied,

We follow in the same direction.

We like unchanging paths,

Lukewarm and timid winds.

But winds change,

And so do paths.

And when our paths change,

We contemplate and forget.

We need to remember.

Happiness sometimes lies in struggle.