Wrapped up in my own thoughts
It's easy to forget others
A billion better worlds inside
Heads other than my own.

Raveled too tight around the past
Knots of the lost, broken and burned
Some deserve it, no pity there,
Though a few did not.

Where is my trust and mercy?
As pity ebbs and cynicism flows
My so-called wisdom seems distant
Some days it's not there at all.

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Ah well, they can't all be winners. This one is more half-formed than usual, but seemed to get some of the thoughts out of my head this morning, which is mostly the point.