Always be kind.

But never to the point,

Where you can’t unwind.

And sleep eludes you at night.

But then again insomnia is real,

And has nothing to do with the bitter pill,

Of resentment that’s never still,

That resides in the mind until it will kill.  

And there lies the danger in you and me,

How something can take and take until you’re empty.

And spreads throughout the world carelessly.

Like a disease that’s becoming increasingly deadly.

However, we must all be resigned,

That, in order to be greatly defined.

And to never be maliciously confined.

Always be kind.