Corners

It's a definite corner:

When you turn from obsession

To a more altruistic caring.

From the black hole of need

To wanting to give too.

When alone,

we wilt.

When socially overwhelmed,

We suffocate.

Surely there's an equilibrium to be found in:

Caring too much

Wanting too much

Feeling too much

Withholding the wrong things

from the right people,

And vice versa?

So many corners to turn

And we inevitably walk in squares,

Learning the same lessons perpetually

But maybe in a widening scope.