You will never feel at ease

You will never be at peace

You will never feel the breeze

In a midsummer night’s dream

The mob continued to pierce the spirit with jaded stones

“This is how the world is..”

Was the battle cry

Followed by a slur intended to nullify,

I find myself contemplating often.

Sometimes even contemplating whether I contemplate, too often

And then customarily

I will raise for consideration, a life of action versus contemplation

I made a grave mistake once

And engaged with an ignorant man

What more, even proclaimed to him loudly,

That he held the characteristics of ignorance.

All

Please gather

In today’s proceedings,

No stone is to be left unturned

I engaged in a self-less act once

An act seemingly triggered by direction from my own moral compass

At the end,

Awaiting praise for the deed,