Qualia

I will go far, if i learn to keep my thoughts contained
I'll learn to fall, my face will not display distaste
I won't take flight untill all my dues are repayed
Know every fight came from poor lessons i'll unlearn

Balance is boredom, excess invites welcomed insights
Toeing the lines, while trying to redefine them
Qualia's fine, till applied to situations
When emotions ride on our inverted intentions

Love twists your arm, turns you against your decisions
Logics dissarmed, forfeited for less resistance
I toed the lines, but they're only arbitrary
Now they define boundaries of a purgatory

Love is the pyre for all our selfish inventions
Dualistic fires burn of eithers rights and reasons
Conceiting lines to work on what lies behind them
Allowing time to push and pull till we've amends