To walk away after doing a generous act My heart had only pushed me to do it But was it my heart or was it my mind Was it my ego in desire of validation I dance away after buying a child ice cream For her lack of counting her pennies But is this help what prevents those from true growth Perhaps I should stop interfering Shall I continue to “help” or is it only a disservice As what would happen if I’m gone Perhaps it is selfish to help so much It appears I’m the only one who’s grown Thinking and thinking is what I shouldn’t do As I begin to speak out loud For the walls to listen and the air to fill my head An idea to appear for a new sound Who am I truly or am I all those that I’ve encountered? The ones I like and those I like less Shall I become aware of each of my actions and learn who I am to my best Is this who I want to be or do I have a choice? Is their fate or a will? Perhaps just my core is to remain the same But the rest I decide and control what I feel