Consumption

Nothing makes sense
There is no pure act
Ill will creeps into every action
The beautiful soul strives for an act
Untouched by malice, self interest
Where every action is imbued with innocence
Purity is a mirage
Everyone has a shadow
To act is to impose, to harm
To not act is to harm
Retreat into stillness
Refusal to engage 
Is fear disguised as virtue
The world calls for hearts 
To bear the weight of imperfection
The beautiful soul
Must learn to embrace
This world of contradictions