How much one expects of others?
Why does one always end up being the only one who bothers?
They all say life is short, live it fully.
Ha! Honest statement that is; fully is not truly.
One may engage in a dizzying drink,
Feeling every breath, and this heart? Does nothing but sink!
Why can't the world be less scary, for real?
Why do people cheat, why never show what they actually feel?
The happy cheerful life was all past,
It was bewitching, spells of care and trust as if were cast,
But now its all a dead maze,
All the clarity of that trust is buried. Deep in a distant haze.