There's a problem child in us all
When understanding the world for the first time
The experience always makes us feel so small
With all the war,disease, poverty and crime
It's wondrous that humanity is not appalled
How does one cope with all of this distress?
Certainly it is not healthy to repress.
And yet, we move on through inertial ignorance
Along with the constant delusion of significance
Which provide to us intangible dividends.
We spend our lives searching the world for hope
Until suddenly we realize that it's beyond our scope.
There will be no happy ending, no elope.
No matter how far we end up today
We will always wonder why we continue to stay
In this hellish existence of grey.
But ignore this poem, survive another day.