Do I need this indulgence,
With people and their minds,
Didnt I give it up a long time ago,
How does one get pulled in again?
Do I have no boundaries,
Was I an easy manipulation ,
Did they think, I wouldn't notice,
Their diabolical nature?
I bring out the worst in people,
Have they sold their conscience?
A question I ponder evermore,
It remains beyond my reason.
Do they walk unaware,
Reacting to everything over and over,
Not breathing and experiencing,
The divine life within.
I let go of this dramatic angst,
Once again I surrender,
Have given up this indulgence,
Misanthrope forever is easy to be.