Walking Across the Aisle

I’m at the moment on the tightrope walking across the aisle
I pay no attention to any of my sides, that’s my saving style.
 
They each attempt hard to drag me into their world of incertitude
My restraint and hardiness don't allow them my world to defile.
 
He is stuck up in circumstances now beyond his control to evade
He is trying to justify his failing, I can well see through his guile.
 
I’ve a happy cheerful appearance, they’re envious of that
Believe me, Friends, I am as and what I look, there’s no wile.
 
To grow up seeds of good change in sterile minds
Dinesh, we do need men, vigorous and virile.