as I sit here thinking
about life and its Meaning
"What is the purpose of it all?" I ask myself
I look out the window of life
and watch as the world marches by
it continues on its way not paying attention to me
caring not of my feelings, but worrying only of itself
"How could the world be so cruel?"
I ask myself fiercly
then I realize it is not the world,
but the people in it that makes life Hell