Its like we are born with pain,
but everybody wants to numb it.

Aware of suffering in the world,
but we don’t want to help it.

Instead, we find other ways
to make ourselves happy.
Instead we find other ways
to silence our troubled hearts.

buying things,
and buying things,
and buying things,
but never giving...

we never stop to ask,
why do I buy these things?
If it’s not that—which I need,
is it not to fill some void?

a void failed to be filled without spending?
to fill that which is left from not—
living the way the heart knows,
would let us sleep at night...

By knowing it was a day well spent.
doing what we could and should,
for those that needed help.

knowing that I didn’t turn away,
and pretend to not be bothered;
by all the pain that comes to me,
from not giving all it is I own.

For, when night comes,
and sleeps sleep comes with it,
we will contemplate the day we had
and the pain we numbed throughout it.

for there is no escape from night,
and how you lived throughout the day.