For themselves are the only thing most people see.
It's hard to feel anything, except our own wants and discomforts,
For we are a selfish bunch, yet not intended by design.
Evolving around us, trapped in our singular orbit.
Existing for the sole purpose of supplying our needs
And providing us challenges by way of interesting conflict.
To care beyond the surface smile, that is rarely well;
Would go a long way to heal the paralysis of our own spirit,
That we are all afflicted with throughout most of our existence.
That we may offer supplication, even a simple one
And begin to empathize with souls other than ourselves.
For it is through that, we may feel something instead of pain.