Despair 1

330.  Past
(This is a poem accompanying above drawing.  There is another shorter poem to the drawing not here, hence the number.)

Despair 1
       
It seems as if there’s       
an error with humanity.     
Something is not right.
        
Many run from this      
and try to build a wall of safety.
        
We despair,       
they act and get ahead
and life goes on.      
        
The basic questions in life still persist,
“who are we,       
where are we going,       
where are we from?”

They seem too busy
to think about such things.
We torture ourselves
looking for answers.

If you are one
who goes through such struggles,
best not deny it.
Live like the others,
copy them if you must,
get through anyway you can
and just,
just wait to see what happens.

At the very least
you might stumble
across a similar soul,
compare notes,
and be grateful
you are not the only one.