We are selfish

For were it not for the constant nudge
of nature upon our own desires,
to a speculation of fires we put on
to raise the temperatures
of the icebox that is our hearts,
we would never know the bounds
we've been enchained to.
We are selfish.

The thirst in our throats
craves for a drop of water.
We travel miles in the deserts
we are born in,
to find the oasis that we deem
our destinies.. destitution.
We are selfish.

Because it thorns in our hearts,
it pricks in our wounds
to feel like the journey might have been
wrong, right before we die.
The inquisitiveness of our minds
might misdirect our hearts,
but the belly in our anterior,
is a greed to an end.
We are selfish.

And I agree that we are insatiable humans,
voracious and gluttonous to that
which is served on our plastic tables.
When the spoons come flying,
the fork becomes our weapon and the plate our shield.
Dinner is served, before the interests of others,
songs are sung solo, before the choir chimes in the chorus.
We are selfish.

And we are selfish,
not because there's pleasure in profit,
but because competition is repugnant
to our interests.
We want to reduce the probabilities
in our futile possibilities.
We are afraid to lose
so we eliminate competition.
We are looking out for ourselves,
and only ourselves, even in others.
We are selfish.

We are selfish, mostly,

for the things we hope to receive, not for how we don't give.

Not for how we refuse to share but for why there's a need to share.

Not for the time demanded from us but for the time we create for others.

Not for the intentions in other's hearts but for the selfish ones in us.

We are selfish.