Rich in mind, rich in matter, rich in soul?
I would like to think so; I think we would all like to think so, but does thinking so, make it so?
I'd say so, in some way, shape, or form. I'm rich in mind if I never conform, and I'm rich is soul so long as my soul is warm with compassion,
But I'll be honest... it lacks compassion sometimes, for those who have hurt me, have verbally lashed the bodily stronghold and burnt me,
And it hurts, lacking compassion for them... lacking a forgiveness I wish I could simply hand out,
But I can't... and I've tried, and tried again, only to be torn down from my good intentions zen,
And I wondered... what made people so bitter?
Because if given the choice between a sweet apple fritter or litter, I would take the fritter;
But the fritter is quick satisfaction for an ancient question involving attraction, or a lack thereof;
A lack of verbal traction in kind words as compared to insults, which burn like a complimentary contraction of the positive aspects of social abstraction.
50 good people could compliment you,
And then comes a mean word, straight out of the blue,
And what are you going to pay attention too?
The cruel words; they make your stomach churn like the flu,
Because we always take the negative as the truth,
Or give it more weight than a positive booth of good features.
Why is it the negative outweighs the good?
What made us think that the bad things should superimpose what is best in us?
Asbestos, the idea that the good is fireproof, but regardless, leaves us with lung cancer, and busted under the hoof of whose bigger,
Not better; we always talk about the record setters whose arrogance fetters their chance to be better than the average record setter,
But they never learn,
And it's almost my turn to be tested,
And best it, as a record setter of good intentions; I aim to redefine the conventions of societal contravention.
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