There is a cost for each gift we give to others,

Saving them from trouble, it takes away our own gift,

It feels terrible, a punishment,

When we feel each time we help others,

We aren’t helping ourselves, our act of kindness is returned,

With unkindness,

I want to get to that stage, where I’m beyond obligation,

To guilt, to chains invisible in my mind, in this world I’m passing through, 

So I can help others with no guilt in my mind, 

And defeat the demons in their own.