Every human is filled with contradiction
One person’s hero is another’s villain
We try to strive for pristine perfection
But often fall prey to the human condition

Each of us has ideals in our mind
About who we are and how we’re defined
But it’s one thing to have ideals and another to find
A way to live these out fully over time

Life in its irony throws us much dissonance
To wrestle with and evaluate its substance
Like buying Marxist books on Amazon with reluctance
Our learned behaviours are ingrained, yet we crave resistance

That gap between who we are and who we want to be
Sometimes feels insurmountable, a tragedy
But recognizing ourselves in all our discrepancies
Is the first step towards closing the gap on our tendencies