Who am I ?
I wonder often
Just another among sometimes
So much simpler to follow
Is it being less?
Answer yourself, why judge me?
I try to be more
Complete
Think of it. Mediocre. Never burdened
Well, I'm not wrong, only presenting perspective
Do you really place faith, trust?
Of course not
Now be steadfast with character
In possession of honest judgement
Having moral common sense
With the ability of being decent
Drawn to the void of a black hole
They come, all, not just few
Shown something
So taxed
Why do I bother?
Conscience
Maybe
Truthfully
Just because
It is a sensed quandary
Awarness beyond thought
Predisposed to the ability to care
Sucks sometimes
Who am I?
That person who gives a shit
Not because someone has to
But because it is right.
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