My dear,

What in the world would the universe do

If you woke up and realized

It's not about you.

You are not at the center

Of all that I do.

Oh please, when

Will you realize

It's not about you.

But oh how you struggle

And tell yourself lies

And boil and bubble

And make yourself cry

And rally your friends

Just as if this were war

And never once settle

And always want more

Making mountains of molehills

Please dear

Get a clue

That my universe

Simply

Is not about you.

-Victor Tinsdale