I Dissent

A friend told me the other day

Divisive seeds are all that I lay

Behind their back, they did say

As if I'd planned the entire way

I can assure you that I did not

But confrontation leads to thought

I accept such invitations quite a lot

Now I try to parse what I've wrought

A contrarian nature I seem to own

With an innate distrust of any throne

I see more than what I have been shown

Nothing has truly been written in stone

I cannot help the cracks I see

They were formed long before me

A disservice walking away would be

So the rest I do compulsively

It all begins when I find a tear

Conflicting ideas meet right there

They can be teased out with a bit of flair

But the sincerity I bring can be quite rare

My methods reflect how I evolved

Yet I truly care how things resolve

I only want the best for all involved

If no one tries, how can it be solved?

Eventually these fissures all will end

Perhaps quietly or possibly violent

Only a matter of time in any event

and I only really know my own intent

Perhaps I'm the villain in your story

but I made everything around me stronger.

Do you really wish I hadn't come

and kept that crack around for longer?