the lack

caring

is said to be what pushes us forward,

it makes one step out amongst the crowd

of the indifferent, to raise a finger

or to lift one who has fallen

with hands of compassion

or to yell with the voice of

a thousand roaring lions

at an obvious injustice &

yet, the lack of one act of meaning

in the life of any given human

is more the rule than the

exception---

the lack

the hole inside, greatens (it does not shrink

as time goes by---for with age comes

exposure to more injustice & more horrible

acts) &

when one starts to seek out

a path, one is labeled a seeker,

diminishing the search itself

due to the reduction placed on

an individual’s ambition

when such possibility gets

lumped into organized

monstrosities

that have failed in the past &

that continue to do so---

for the only way to fill the lack

the only way to develop an individual

sense that any genuine act can even be

completed, is to do so

by oneself.