I saw the world with starry eyed optimism
Only to find there is only realism
The kind which is submission to trivialise
So I attempt to write that in lyricism

Saw my foes and friends experiencism
To only be shocked by the social brutalism
Of people and relationships with zero expressionism
This made me wonder with amazmentism

I created new English Isms to make this rhyme
As life is a convoluted mime

I found my elders to be kind in their own form of lovesism
They cared and talked within their limitism
Yet loving souls in the world of materialism
There came a moment that I saw their humanism

Star struck by their simplism
Curious, injured, awakened, inspired by the helplessism
I too became aware of my mypoicism
I was humbled by the my own insignificantism

I created new English Isms to make this rhyme
As life is a convoluted mime

Of life, love, hate, pain and mysogynism
This construct of feminism
It helped me see a new dimensionism
Which seems to threaten my socialibityism

I saw my tribe, my people and the realism
To be and to see are two different isms
It made me grateful for this insightfulism
Forgiveness, love, kindness and superficialism
Were the bed rock of any tribe’s survivalism

I created new English Isms to make life rhyme
As life is a convoluted mime