Should I blow the whistle?

I saw it,
And heard the beat,
The sound resonated in my mind
Should I blow the whistle? On my kind
With a sworn oath to integrity
How could I flout this nitty-gritty?
I saw it,
And heard the beat,
It was her,
And she sat next to him
She stole his intelligence
Betrayed integrity and divorced innocence
The sound resonated in my mind
Should I blow the whistle on my kind?
His intelligence encrypted on paper,
She copied it faster than a copier.
But,
I saw it
And heard the beat,
The sound resonated in my mind
Should I blow the whistle? On my kind
Encoded within Robert Frost words of math
I truly must choose a path.

NOW I SEE!

This be the nature of the moon
Relax my sun, for it shall shine soon
Bringing light to those things that be
A revealer of things I see
But that which is hidden lies within
Some of which should go to the bin

Let the light of the moon permeate my being
Let those things that lie within be seen
The moon shines boldly
Even for those who are ungodly
The moon is cool
All would know, even a fool

We must be in sync with the sun
Let its heat permeate us so we conform to the son
From the heat we often run
We all get scared, no one wants to burn
But I am the sun
Laugh not, this is not fun

I am beyond its form
I am one with the seven winds, no one knows from whence it will come
Let the moon shine through me
Let the sun burn what must not be
Then like the wind I will blow
Deeper than the Pierian springs will I flow
This be the nature of the moon
Relax my sun, for it shall shine soon.