Is it wrong to be selfish?
Is it wrong to yearn for the attention of your peers?
Is it wrong to pine and whine and shine the disapproval of others?
Do we not want love?
The feeling of being cared, supported and appreciated?
Yet for every person that tries there is a different reaction for all.
Whether it be height or race or skill or talent,
Like slaves in a market are we measured and praised.
What love is this?
That a man should give up everything to help somebody?
Whether it be pride or recognition or time or life?
Is it fair to sacrifice so much with little hope of recompense?
Like dogs serving their masters we must obey.
Do you understand?
Why we must be kind to those who scorn the thorn in your side?
Why must we bow to the now that is restricting us?
Simply because people or a book tells us so?
It beggars the belief of those seeking the coins of understanding…
So why do I do it?
Why do I obey?
Why do I follow this seemingly unrequited way?
Because of that someone,
That confounding being,
Who became both slave and dog
To show me what Love is any day...
