I seem to view the world through selfish eyes
my neighbors need unheeded.
My insatiable desires require no compromise
as your best effort is firmly defeated.
Some things can’t be stored away
to be consumed another time.
I am the fourth act in a three act play
just listen to me whine.
Calm yourself and become in tune
guide your unknown neighbor to his bliss.
Weave him some joy on your loom
Sow some simple threads of kindness.
The fruit of these seemingly unselfish actions
will surely make a deposit in Karma's Bank
and make up for past subtractions
to increase your worth and rank.
So when a final tally is achieved
and you walk the results to the “Gate”
just think how you’d be relieved
knowing its balance is toward love, not hate.
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When I can not sleep I write and I have trouble sleeping a lot.