I have put myself into a pickle,
So many factors teetering on the brink.
Inevitably it all ends with a sickle,
In this negative thoughts I always think.
I walk around as a mindless vessel,
Oblivious to my fellow woman and man.
Only caring to build and add to my castle,
Never looking around me to lend a hand.
How can I become a better human,
This technique I have not learned.
For my thoughts and feelings must be fluid,
Selfish to selfless I must be turned.
Eliminating meaningful interaction,
Seems to be a common disease.
Helping a brother can be a distraction,
But in that task lies my path to peace.
I must realize my collective situation,
And not indulge in my separateness.
Living a good life has its stipulations,
A fragile seed in my mind I must caress.
Seeds of love, compassion, honesty,
Attributes that shall open my eyes.
Ultimately realizing my hypocrisy,
No more hesitation only wholehearted tries.
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