More I’s

Last year,

There were more I’s. 

More individual plight,

Less organized fights for human rights.

Last year,

It cast a sleepiness over everybody,

In the self-determined loneliness of

A techno-logical world,

In our cocoons, 

Addicted to the way we feel inside them,

The way we can forget inside them,

That we are needed, that we need.

This year,

Just let it go.

Let us clear our bodies of it.

No more euphemisms to cloud our talks,

To help us continue our clichés.

Who are you when the world is changing?

Can you keep yourself, while still recognizing your place

Among the brothers and sisters you have not yet met?

This year,

Because of all those eyes seeing life, 

We need less narcissism and more introspection,

We need to remember the pen that stored our thoughts,

We need a grip, 

Hands curved, fingers wrapped around

A consciousness we all share despite perspective eyes,

This year,

Remember,

Write it down,

We need less I’s.