Selfish
Through a dark timid window, a man stood,
A man with a blank canvas on the wall.
But the canvas meant of something that could,
Something that could be more than a phone call,
More than a movie, more than a writ' note.
A force that combines all heart, soul, and mind.
Like the will to live while on a stranded boat
And to survive without all of man-kind.
The seclusion sparks creativity,
In his head he believed to grow selfish,
Can't spend time on any activity,
Crazed with the thought of being worthless.
But in him inflames the valor of life
That secures the solitude of his strife.
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