Introspection breeds a loss of hope;
Like the moment that has just passed.
The more I think I know, the less I know;
Destined to fail in more ways than one;
Destined to do the things I know are not fit and well;
To injure those who are in need of a healer;
I will put clothes on my shoulder;
When the starving child next to me has no bread.
I will steal from the poor and give to the rich;
“Is there really anybody out there”?
My soul does not seem to care
But Alas! I am altruistic to the fullest degree
This is my universe, my experience and mine alone.
I, me, this entity that thinks, breathes and reasons;
Is not fit for its purpose;
If indeed there is any at all.