Sigh to yourselves, all the earth.
Close your eyes in weariness.
Groan inwardly with anxiety.
For we are captains of our destiny,
forging our identities, belonging to none;
desiring affirmation from others, and despising them for it.
Grateful for nothing,
we seek our own praise—
longing to be blessed.
For I am not good;
my twisted will is finite,
and I am destined to be forgotten.