caring
is said to be what pushes us forward,
it makes one step out amongst the crowd
of the indifferent, to raise a finger
or to lift one who has fallen
with hands of compassion
or to yell with the voice of
a thousand roaring lions
at an obvious injustice &
yet, the lack of one act of meaning
in the life of any given human
is more the rule than the
exception---
the lack
the hole inside, greatens (it does not shrink
as time goes by---for with age comes
exposure to more injustice & more horrible
acts) &
when one starts to seek out
a path, one is labeled a seeker,
diminishing the search itself
due to the reduction placed on
an individual’s ambition
when such possibility gets
lumped into organized
monstrosities
that have failed in the past &
that continue to do so---
for the only way to fill the lack
the only way to develop an individual
sense that any genuine act can even be
completed, is to do so
by oneself.
