0) Vanity (From Affine Tree) Poem by Otradom Pelogo

It takes a biotron to see oneself
After having taken a path or stand
For it can raise the mind's vain half
Making a simple request a demand

When regaled by those when they motivate
We see a signet turning into a swan
And still only add when we calculate
For the mind will be questioned until dawn
Though it's good when they all congratulate

It's difficult to avoid vanity
And at the same time to build self-esteem
Whether it's of love or integrity
At least two are left in the bigger scheme

But suffering isn't a requirement
For in life it is sometimes imminent