The Burden of Entitlement

Entitlement, a heavy weight we bear,
A subtle whisper, “I deserve, it’s fair.”
It creeps in slow, a quiet, selfish flame,
Turning gratitude into a hollow claim.

With hands outstretched, we demand the sky,
Forgetting to ask the reason why
The sun should shine, the rains should fall—
As if the world owes us it all.

We plant no seed, yet seek the bloom.