we so often
sacrifice ourselves
to life,
giving in when
the giving's
good.
we take much,
and leave
our waste
behind.
our wants
outweigh
our needs.
our goals
are often
shrouded
in accumulation.
we find love
and we piss it
away.
we toil over
that which
doesn't deserve
our attention.
we give ourselves
over to
the falsity of religion,
believing there is
purpose in idle
contemplation
of a hereafter
when we can't even live
in the right now.
there can only be
peace
when we leave
war
behind.
there can only
be a flower
after the seed
has taken root.
we can only
truly
give
when we have
nothing left
to hand over.
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