The Fallacy of Composition

"What is true of the parts is not true of the whole"

Life whispers through song, sung to console,

My melancholic inevitabilities but blindness too.

I finish dancing with Lust and think it's Love's cue.

The sun may hide, but it cannot run,

Though an hour is grey, the day can be won.

A speaker may stutter, but their speech still inspire,

For not every road's bump bursts the whole tyre.

The tale of ancestors run through our veins

But you and I are more than DNA,

Rather a foundation from which blocks may be built,

Although...

A brick feels light, but to a house it's the stilt.

Wisdom confesses that life is a game,

Wherever one looks, we hold the blame.

Reason trumps emotion, that should be our goal,

Because what is true of the parts, is not true of the whole.