Odd Source of Compassion

My soul can't be confined
this body is constantly tested
these eyes are misleading
misguiding my intentions.

My mind is my shelter
this reality's a dream
my instinct keeps portraying
a much stronger being.

Acceptance, a virtue,
what I think, I become
detachment is key
compassionate, but numb.

Compassion, by nature
might redeem this mental mess
my actions wear so many hats
yet this heart remains undressed.

Odd source of compassion,
lost soul with good intentions,
live and die with no regrets
as if the world has no dimension.

My soul fights confinement
this body, constantly tested
these eyes are misleading,
my soul, now infested.