A Selfish Perspective


The world is my platform, created to convey any message I see fit to share.

Never concerned with who takes the time to stop or stare,

I breeze through life with little to no cares.

People in the waiting for a little love and affection,

But my thoughts remain solely on my connections.

 

Where do “I” fit in, where can “I” be seen,

Selfish, selfish are what the loud whispers scream

 

Tightly gripping each moment that I gain,

Would they dare even ask me to share this “fame"?

But in the silence that sounds rings again,

Causing me to question what I intend.

 

 Where do “I” fit in, where can “I” be seen,

Selfish, selfish are what the loud whispers scream

 

The whispers get louder and begins to explain,

This is NOT only about what you have to gain.

I created this world, not for your glory,

But for you to share the love that comes from my story.

So as you worry about where you fit in and where you can be seen,

My people are straying off and dying, like in a bad movie scene.

 

Responding to whisper, I simply just ask

“How can I effectively share this story you have?”

With a soft tone and the most loving reply,

The whisper says to me “just simply shift your perspective up high.”