It’s almost like I don’t exist.
Chilled with leftover emotions from years ago,
shadowed by the perseverance I wish I had.
Maybe I already died a long time ago
and am simply unfortunate enough to have a laggin’ ass shell
still here on Earth.
This can’t be God.
This can’t be of any God, for that matter.
This can’t be her ideal plan for me to live in pure misery
and still be expected to save the souls of others.
It can’t be.
Lucky to be a Bodhitsattva, I stare at you with envy.
Wishing I owned and embellished your level of wisdom and Peace.
Teach me how to be like you.