Destructive Paths.

In cheer we talked,

Till one responded,

To which another,

Found opportune a lecture.

A common chat,

Somehow became,

A place for assumptions,

To showcase knowledge.

Why must a genuine opinion,

Or even just a hint of joke,

Be met by enforcing another's two cents,

That's covered with a facade of fact?

Why must conversation,

Become a place,

Where teaching happens,

Too often for good taste?

Why must sincerity,

And non-aggression,

Be constantly corrected,

In the midst of others?

These are no sin,

Just a little something,

To teach me humility,

And teach me patience;

Though I wish as well,

They will learn some,

Above all else,

Priceless wisdom;

A jewel myself,

Yearning to possess,

Most especially in speeches,

With many addressed,

So I guess,

I must digress,

From a destructive path,

Prepared by my tongue,

Even as,

The others shall,

Realise themselves,

Their own ways.

The practice of wisdom,

By bridling the tongue,

So difficult to remember,

Yet we must;

Here we go,

Your Words to follow.