This Became a Poem

Devoid of inspiration, I deliver this message with defiant vigor.

Mind versus matter, mind is the victor.

Darkness is only a swing of the pendulum.

Hindsight reveals it was merely one stratum.

Identity is grounded in external perception.

Its validity hinges on honest reception.

Suppression of compassion as an act of compassion

is frowned upon by circles who invite retrogression.

One wonders whether mere expressions of regret

are self‐serving efforts to quell fret.

Actions apparently don’t speak louder than words

in a world where doers are misunderstood.