Whining, be it with passion,
plain fails to stir compassion
So try step out from yourself
as the Self a mere illusion:
A cruel mischievous elf
how she traps us in delusion!
Verse reigns unblushingly
Dawn finds me writing hushed verse
flows calmly gushingly
Still should the day turns adverse
it reigns unblushingly
and so each day shall end in afterglow
till I breathe in verse again tomorrow
Is ‘self awareness’ these days a cultural rareness?
Thinking ourselves mettlesome
while merely meddlesome?
Polite hopefully to some
to others nettlesome?
Would seem self-awareness
these days turned rareness
as must include fairness
& risk-filled bareness?
Perhaps we don’t have the druthers
to see ourselves like do others?