Why pride in writing a poem?
I wrote an already written poem.
Why pride in financial gain?
I earned already earned money.
Why pride in being someone's love?
I wooed she who was already wooed.
Why pride in conceptual growth?
I absorbed already absorbed ideas.
Why pride in my depth of prayers?
I prayed already prayed prayers.
Why pride in helping the needy?
I merely helped the already helped.
So why do I think I'm "doing"?
It's the illusion of fragmentation.
So what's a human's accomplishment?
To be a "willing" vessel for the King's use.