circle of influence.

if you had a flavor,
it would be initial sweetness
with a lingering taste of melancholy.

I'm not chronically miserable.  
it's just never been so effortless 
for me to simply feel happy.

a hunger to understand myself, it dictated my every thought until I grew old.  and what for?  we aren't made to comprehend ourselves; we're strangers here.  unaccustomed to the ways of this world.

we're ill-equipped for lasting beauty.  we can get on without credit and fortune and applause.   we need only keep in mind, When we are in the service of our fellow beings, we are only in the service of our God.