me

it is always about me
my feelings
my thoughts
my woes
worries
despair

even when it is about others
it is still about me

perhaps one day
i shall write
of other things

perhaps one day
i will dedicate a poem
entirely to the sun
or the moon
or the flowers

maybe one day
i will be so evolved
as to write of issues
(no, not mine)
but the ones that inflict the world
the ones that are around me
day after day
the ones i turn my cheek away from
too busy to watch the news
too scared to look around
too focused on me

perhaps one day
my greedy self obsession
will fade away

but until then
i will write
about me
about how i love the sun
how i love the moon
and the pretty flowers

and how
after my work day is done
i want to be as far away
from the world's suffering
as is possible