If only I could find a fitting title.
It's A Poet's Journal
Monday, February 29, 2016
This is Not My Job, This is Not My Problem.
While I'm here struggling to see
what's beyond my front door,
much bigger things are happening around me.
So many questions left unanswered
in this life seem to start with why.
Somewhere in my unspoken mind
my dilemma seems to be
from my window,
where I'm only able
to witness this world we built
crumble into dust;
all I want to ask is why,
when it became my job
to obtain any and all of the impossible,
did the initiative you failed to take
come crashing down on me?
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