No, wait
Let's not destroy ourselves just yet
But savouring the taste of autumn air,
Surely we can sum up some kind of compassion
For one another
And conclude the statement
Before we conclude the deed

This dark envy
And impatience
Seizes me
Quite often now
And though I fear my motives are self-centred
And unreal
I do not like to treat myself too badly.

If only I could keep myself in check
And, thus, save some of what I must, instead, destroy