We handle things objectively
When they do not belong to us;
But yet, the things we’re subject to,
We don’t so lightly then discuss

For life is subjectivity;
What’s felt is not to be dismissed,
Imposing a reality
Whose presence we cannot resist

So some will not hear what we say,
‘Objective’ theories they’ll dispense;
But subjectivity has sway
And robs their words
Of any
Sense