Do they fight
Do they brawl
Does each need rankle
Yes, of course
And why, then, do we need to be
Part of one
And yet free
Math confuses
As two ones
May become two
While I feel my one
Should not add up
With any
We
And yet
And yet
Seek I do
Groups whose embrace
In which I too
Am a part
Of another whole
A slice of pie
Out of my control
Schemes aligned
Values agreed
Rules written down
Speak and listen
Oh to be known
Within a frame
Pictures shown
Undying fame
Group me in
But know I'll go
Yonder hills
Another posse grows
Loyalty confuses
Exits confound
Tie me up
Promises unbound
Wandering souls
Never embrace
Home isn't here
Nor anyplace
But even we beasts
Dry straw hearth race
We'll be at your feast
Then slip away apace
Roman Ryan 