I saw a stranger. He was roaming in the rain, and I made a cloud on my window, so he could not see me inside.
I saw another, shivering out in the cold, and I doused my flame, lest he asked to come in, and partake of my warmth.
I saw a beggar, with his bowl in the street, and I took mine out too, and my worst of rags, so he could not ask for some alms.
I had food in plenty, and when I saw the hungry man, I sucked in my stomach, and walked past him. I locked my door, when I saw a poor child knocking on my neighbours’. I unleashed my dogs, when I heard the cane of the blind man tapping outside on the sidewalk, and he ran into the empty street.
I laughed when I saw a man fall into a puddle, but I had forgotten that where I came from there was rain too. It made me happy, when my enemy was struck by a streak of bad luck, and the sound of lightning gave me comfort when the man I hated was wandering outside.
I saw a man that had my debt of a few coins, and I rushed to the door, a club in my hand. I threatened to clobber him, if he did not pay back my dues, but Oh I forgot, that I owed my neighbour plenty, but he had not knocked my door yet. I could not remember, that my life was borrowed, but it was yet to be taken away from me.
I loved comfort, and I was addicted to the life I had. I loved the fire on cold days, and the taste of good food and warm drinks. I loved the blanket and the soft bed, and I was happy that unlike many I did not have to beg. Oh life, I did not know that it would move around, and I would be turned into the victim. I did not know that the singer of the dirge can be the one it was sung for.
Life is just but a mound of deception, and I fell for a fool, and Karma did not fail to visit me. Life did not forgive me, just like I did not forgive, and I was paid in the same measure I paid out.