A Universe Built For Who

Edit: I have listened to the comments and would like to thank all the critics. I have made some changes to the original but you can still find the original at the bottom.

I am a lonely traveller, on an empty road,
Yet lonely as I am, I am not alone.
We share this burden, a grain of sand at a time,
On different paths my brothers, my sisters and all humankind.

Individuals we may be, but the hourglass we share,
Taunts us all equally, and some succumb to fear.
Fear is a disease, it festers and brews,
Into hate, violence, tragedy, that only we choose - to bare.

There's the clever artist, the sly comedian or the cunning orator,
They'll have you question yourself, your beliefs and your creator.
Step back from the abyss, isolation and ignorance,
That has claimed so many in their foolish persistence, that they know better.

Assume you know nothing, for you probably Do,
In the grand scheme of things, you have nothing better to Do.
So Do you must, and only Do you can,
The path is yours alone, we are merely a helping hand.

First ask for help, because its help we all need,
To step back from the abyss, and to live every day free,
Of fear, loathing, jealousy, greed and gluttony.
This world is for all of us, but it is up to you to be happy.

                                      - A Western Monk 24/02/18

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/7zuseq/theres_a_certain_beauty_to_sadness/dur45bf/?st=je192qt0&sh=87d7bdca

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/7zsy1y/who_buries_cows/dur4cx2/?st=je192xvg&sh=a856bfa8

Original:

I am a lonely traveller, on an empty road,
Yet lonely as I am, I am not alone.
I share this burden, one grain of sand at a time.
We are on different paths, my brothers, my sisters and all humankind.

Individuals we may be, but the hourglass we share,
Taunts us all equally, and some succumb to fear.
Fear is a disease, it festers and brews,
Into hate, anger, violence, that only we can choose to bare.

The clever artist, the sly comedian or cunning orator,
Is the key to making you question yourself, your beliefs and your creator.
Step back from the abyss of desolation, isolation and ignorance,
That has claimed so many in their foolish persistence, that they know better.

Assume you know nothing, for you probably do,
In the grand scheme of things, you have nothing better to do.
So do you must, and only do you can,
The path is yours alone, we are only here as a helping hand.

And help is the key, because its help we all need,
To step back from the abyss, and to live every day free,
Of fear, loathing, jealousy, greed and gluttony.
This world is for all of us, but it is up to you to be happy.