An old woman slows me down.
She fills her car.
Behind her I wait.
She gets back in.
The file cap open.
I'm running late.
Should I let her leave?
No I can't it would be wrong.
A tap on her window.
No nod from a passerby.
Respect in his eye.

I do this for me.
Not to be thanked.
I do this for me.
For no one else.
This makes me happy.

Two men fight in the street.
I get in-between.
People watch as I get hit.
I stand firm.
Push them apart.
I ask why they fight.
They say they are brothers.
That I say is why they shouldn't.
We go for a drink.
No one helped.
They patted my back.

I do this for me.
Not to be thanked.
I do this for me.
For no one else.
This makes me happy.

To be kind.
It brings me joy.
Fuck the world.
I don't care if you see.
I do this for me.
Being kind makes me feel good