Is it about satisfaction

Is it about satisfaction
After swimming through my sweat,
Self-demanding worldview works
To validate what I think is my nature?
Through self-reflection I may learn,
But it's put into practice only with others.

The intrinsic terror of others
That supports self-satisfaction–
Secret and smug. I must break to learn
Any real value of sweat.
The soul is always outside its nature
But clings to whatever works.

A petty problem that works 
Itself out with some effort from others.
What a superficial nature
Inspected for fleeting satisfaction.
Am I afraid to break a sweat;
Then nothing more should you have to learn.

I'll always be afraid to learn
The true futility of my works;
The utter impotence of my sweat;
The subpar product I offer to others;
I wish to present to your satisfaction
Through the simple machine of my nature.

Apart from cities, apart from nature,
This modern habit I've come to learn,
Perversely absorbed in the satisfaction
Of looks and show and mirrorworks,
Has me perturbed by potential others;
And I deserve to sweat.

Deserving or not, I'll continue to sweat
And fret over my foolish nature;
Craving esteem from others
To hide how poorly I learn;
Hoping to be engaged in works
That someday lead to satisfaction.

Let satisfaction be measured in sweat.
My works will have no effect on nature.
I can learn, but am I closer to others?