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