Pain cannot be selfish. Pain is the only proof
Of suffering—how can suffering be selfish?
Only suffering puts a person into hell.
Then why do you hate the selfish? Guess your theory doesn’t work so well.
I want pleasure, and pleasure is all we know
Of happiness, and not a lot of pleasure awaits us when we go,
So I might just stay here
With the mundane sparrow—the same fear
Felt by the weak in nature is mine.
I’m selfish, thinking of myself—in the highest circles of heaven.
You don’t know what I am in this line.
You don’t know what anyone is, in their writing, or in their speech.
My advice? Go for pleasure. Never yours. But always in your reach.
