too often I look in the mirror
and only see me;
I fail to acknowledge
those who came before -
the ones who made me -
I miss those in the world
who rely upon me;
I only have eyes for the burdens
I have placed upon me,
my mind thinks the world
is being done to me,
I am blind
to all there is to see,
it's foolish to think
the world revolves around me;
if I look with my heart
at all that surrounds me
I can become
a better version of me
