Too much I.Too little us.
So focused on my inner self, others the really important ones are getting missed.
The best things happen when we feel we are a part of something bigger than us.
This is for all the loved ones I don't call,the friends who still care even when I am a jerk,my parents who rationalize why I call them so less ( he must be busy,must be tired ).
We get stronger once the purpose changes and becomes bigger.
Realized this when I saw the focus of my work changing to making something better for someone.
So hey, I brought a drink for the auto guy I was coming back with,since he was a teetotaler , the guard in my building was happy when I offered him one.
Hoping he has a good Saturday.
As I walked,I walked alone
Even with close ones around
Pondering over the deep gaping holes
Sans connect with the other souls.
For the heart was beating,
The sounds,hurts,pains were all mine
That little pump thumping,scared,faster
Playing me, that manipulative puppet master
But then I brought a beer,
Not for me this time,like always
Me was moving sideways,us barely sneaking
Offered it to a total stranger,that guard in my building
He was happy, so was selfish I,
Tonight was going to be a better for us,
For him,days rough, life a prison
Just a few minutes he had,a cushion.
The bubbles in our bottles joined,
Even the thoughts,hearts combined
I know my joy was still a little in focussed
But the drink felt a little more crisp, for it was externally locussed
