Unable to express their own demise
As innocent as children that reach out yearningly
Their hearts are so haplessly underdeveloped
And I am not a good player in this
recognizing your own shortcomings
is the worst.
But it’s true.
Its honest and it’s self-actualizing
And it’s uncomfortable
we prevail. In such a way
on heavy tracks
into the unknown
unable to perceive the forest for the trees
I ask myself
What my role in this matter should be.