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In my ideal creation-
Everything has its place-
Everything compliments perfectly,
The contours of this space… 
Though I can’t help but notice
When something doesn’t fit in-
I would destroy the blueprint today
If it meant I could start it
All over again… 

But here I am, unwitting, 
Doormat of the greater good-
I won’t fight for position
I don’t even fight back when I should.
And something in my design
Is an utter fallacy-
If something here seems wrong to you,
That something is only me.

And if I’m the only one 
Who notices- the only one who cares, 
The only one who sighs in disgust
And the only one stares-
So be it… I’d rather that no one else
Said anything about this anyway-
I’d rather have been the only one
To have known that it was not okay.

Maybe there is no greater good
To plant its heel firmly upon the mat,
Maybe there is no question of whether
The answer lies within this, within that…
- Maybe the flaw lies within the designer,
And not the things he contemplates-
Maybe the problem is inside the mind, 
Not the wood of the walls he creates…