We walk away from ourselves
One sorry step
At a time
We turn away from humanity
More and more
Every day
We are consumed by our obsession
Bit by bit
Until all is lost
We do not
Gild the silken lily
We feel no need to cover up
The pine’s passing of time
And we have failed to
Paint the bleeding dawn
So why
Do we wish to destroy
Ourselves
Perhaps instead
We should teach otherwise
Perhaps
We should learn to look in the mirror
And smile, rather than cry
And then perhaps
We will have taken one step
Back
One step towards
The love we ought to bear ourselves
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Me, Myself, and Everybody Else
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