Sometimes at night,
I sit and wonder,
Just lay back,
And really think.

Of all the problems
Pain and hunger,
Comparing them to
Those of mine.

I live such
A wondrous life,
Compared to others
'round the world.

And yet I still feel
Pain and Sorrow,
Not for them
But little me.

Why am I,
So damn self-centered,
So wrapped up
In little me.

Simple problems
That don't matter,
Outweigh those
That plague the world.

And yet this selfishness
So sickening,
Is the trademark
Of our kind.

And so I ask you
Fellow human,
What think you of
These thoughts of mine?