Incompetence plagues humanity,
half empty " I'm sorrys " disharmonize the flow of prosperity,
home is where the sheltered savage, attempts to conquer,
with black and white, gray compliments what's in between,
the fed up sun radiates hostility, as the clouds cry down.
we feel the air is conflicted, unaware that the turbulence exerts from within.
Inside-out, not outside-in.