left for the trees, right for the pavement

he packed up all expectations-
to my endearing, yet sometimes offsetting, life-companions/authority figures/fellow residents:

i know we like things clean and think we do things proper, or do them backwards just to make a point, yet we all forget to flush the toilet or leave hair (un)flushed or on the seat;

i know we have this idea of property and inherent labour (time, money, sweat etc.) that dominate our conscience, but please do consider that things untouched/concealed are often serving a higher purpose than our ideas of progress and advancement;

i know that aesthetics come with tools and shapes and forms and (newly, but maybe not so) irregularities that challenge our rational and somewhat unimaginative senses, but for goodness sake, i am not your projection of good or evil - i am just making sense of what i perceive will sustain a sphere of emotional and physical positivity that will further hopefully more than my well-being.

nothing's greatly new, nor has it not been said, in a way or another - externalizing a deeply internalized remark that sits like a mist of clouds above a homogeneous blue surely can help.
how is it that people 'are more psycho here? [and] some things are okay? [or] liberation is restricted by a movement (held in categorized standards of x,y,z leading to x+1, y-1, 2z)?
i was never good at math but i intend to learn, yet mobilization seems further out of reach in the sense that i hope for - the grazing lands are wider, yet cows not happier, the fence is getting thicker, the BEWARE sign growing distant, and sometimes i just don't really want to have more to give and sell away.

it's all an intent and it will stray away with time, a concept in itself...or just call it a construct? academics told me so, infrastructure told us so-

we make it, you break it.