Irony

inflexible view
so rigid in its intent

resolved
to control
and manipulate
all circumstances

entitled to everything
owing nothing

self-appointed heir
to an empty fortune

the paradox:
service extended
but unrecognized
by the world

i aim to please,
but cannot satisfy,
from a place
of false comfort

stumbling down
this rocky path

blindfolded
by my own vanity
and small-minded
confusion

absolute perception
yields relative misery
unaffected by fate
or serendipity

black and white
slowly merge into
a hazy shade of grey

idealized vision
of benevolent charity
shamed
by Life's unfiltered
reflection

ego begets ego

no belief or faith

just gratitude
and humility

honoring the gift
of self-expression
as path

allowing Truth
to finally transcend
my selfish
egocentric narrative

perhaps
it does actually matter

maybe i can
make a difference
to someone
somewhere
somehow

no illusions of grandeur

just a lingering sense
of responsibility
and intense need

to recount pain
as it happens