I attained enlightenment to a certain degree Viewing life not with prejudice but as a piece of the puzzle A way of survival regardless of status A means of survival entailing doing what is necessary Whatever possible in given circumstances But lately I loose sense of what I had already attained I get a wave of critique Not big...just a small one But enough to disrupt my view of the world My view of the human heart My interpretation of life Though limited...is interrupted I loose my rights as an observer I become a judge of character The very thing I despise This is to remind me To not stray from what I've already learnt Be an observer Not a cloud that drifts with the wind