Well, what’s a fellow to do?
When all worked for is gone
All is gone and all is none
And all you can do is nothing
Can a person be sad in all happiness?
Be cheery when death surrounds
Be sulking when euphoria abounds
And confusion begins to engulf
What is the problem?
A simple question but no simple answer can do
Woe and misunderstanding with no further ado
One is wrapped in a plight in oneself
From whence the trouble came, may it be gone
But this fellow indulges in this doom
Laying alone in this lonely room
Thinking of the pain, while in strife and sin, it consumes
What does it all come to?
No answers, no replies, one beckons into the sunlit darkness
Weathered to a pulp by the windy emotions and rained down by the nothingness
Eroded into the non-existent earth as he floats in the space above where he was placed
Why’s and when’s and who’s and how’s buzzing and stinging and dying and birthing
Resurrecting in him renewing feelings and not freeing him to the ground
A loss for words is found
For the lips have been opened and only air came out
A cry has been heard but no one came about
Ending with No fear of the next but indulgence in wrongdoing and now, seemingly, giving up!