Incurvatus in se, turning inward
Rather than outward, looking for a gift;
Speaking, rather than looking for a word,
Pernicious tendency, this selfish drift.
Such introspection leaves all hope behind,
Pursuing me, sacrificing all else;
Unsurprising was all, I came to find,
This humdrum path of discovering self.
The answer lies outward, over, above,
Where every other man is my better;
This wondrous world just waiting to be loved-
As am I, this highly-beloved debtor.
This inner self cannot cease offending,
But this world, this gift, this life unending.
