Weak-willed in the World of Men

Feeling selfish as I
become one with the many,
I am apart from the one,
and always feeling torn
between one million things
pulls my identities in
so many directions, and
where is my mind supposed to stop?
Does it land where fate
has destined it, and am I
left to wash up, an empty
carcass on the multitude of sands?

Weak-willed in the world of men.

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