Offer

"Who am I to be blue?
look at my family and fortune,
look at my friends and my house;

Who am I to feel dead,
who am I to feel spent?
look at my health and my money;

And Where do I go to feel good,
why do I still look aside me?
clearly I've seen it won't work...

Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable?
Is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire?
My generosity has been disabled by this my sense of duty to offer...

And why do I feel so ungrateful,
me who is far beyond survival,
me who see life as an oyster...

How did I rest on my laurels,
how did I ignore an outstretched hand,
how did I ignore a third-world country?"