In a world where everyone thinks of themselves,
I expected for all to fulfill me.
In a place where selfishness reigned supreme,
I crowned myself up as king.
My life, my possessions, my money
My achievements, my values, everything
They were what mattered,
Precious were they
As long as they satisfied me.
The purpose of others was simple:
A source of my pleasure, not pain.
If not in agreement with what I thought,
Stupid, ignorant were they.
One day I found out a secret.
Hidden, it was, yet plain.
If no one will give
Yet expects to receive,
A dry world it becomes,
Maybe I should start giving, I thought,
Be water where none is found.
But why would they look to me for life,
One whose errors solely abound?
The answer to that
I am searching,
Maybe later I will show you
A selfless man, however far,
Here not for me, but you.