My own evil

In the hurry to be right,

In the need to be heard,

In the moment to be seen;

We get tied down by our own evil.

In the emotion to be kind,

In the thought to be, thought of;

In the sentiment to be blessed,

We become selfish for nothing after all.

In search of a reason to live,

Seek truth, to find everything could be a lie,

Exploring breaths to define existence;

In all this heat, we get cold, sometimes.