Empathy for humanity’s seeming turmoil
Is a given among those who live and breathe air
And perhaps among spirits who’ve seen it all pass
Into cycles recurrent for our troubled mass.
It’s enough to feel something. Divine is to care
That we may find redemption. At this, some recoil.

Puzzling situations that boggle the mind
All condense into immense singularity.
And the human condition is one that I live
As its mirror reflection. What I wouldn’t give
For a relevant clue that would help me to see
Through the game life is playing! I would be more kind.

A jolt of the mysterious in every while
Is a kinder description for what is now seen
Through the eye that beholds this conundrum with awe
Of the utter viral nature of human flaw.
Can we do something like global mental hygiene?
And is there no reaction to shock but to smile?

The emotional balance I seek I may find
In the moment reluctance to fear can be caught
And the right choice is obvious. Then all makes sense…
Or, at least, what’s around me in this rather dense
Fluid of an existence while steeped in deep thought.
Maybe I could relax more my mental behind.