Each day, a sadness consumes my spirit, Accounts of tragedy and suffering scatter, This depression would have reached its limits, If not for tears that drip with my mind battered, The pain and despair that sneakily hide, In the crevices of each and every moment, Shows one reality that would only confide, With negativity of opinions that are spoken, Our addiction separates us from divinity, These attachments only losing our tolerance, The delusion that we crave oh so desperately, Based on only actions of egoistic occurrence, Does these pettiness matter when life's this short, In the trivials chatter of what is and what's not, For beliefs are not truths yet these 'truths' are believed Though every life is different yet only ours is well-perceived, Be careful of what you say and do, Because for all you know, the only one listening is you...