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Every place I run is chaos. 
Disaster fondled with disasters. 
Situation mingled with situations. 
A million different ways of living in tension. 
Nobody seems happy anymore. 
Conversations are always about problems. 
Unresolved aggravations. 
Uncertain deliberations. 
Why are we all so lost in ourselves? 
So tangled up in webs of frustration. 
  
Every heart I encounter is bound in pain. 
A conversation begun becomes a therapy session. 
Endless verbs on this or that problem. 
I actually don't have communication, instead 
I share in a mutual experience of depression. 
  
Why are we not happy? 
Why do we all feel the weaving of dissension? 
  
When I was a boy I remember being so 
excited to become an adult. 
I would eagerly dream of how lovely life 
would be for me and my friends. 
This is the game that was played for us. 
We were promised such glorious freedom! 
Such a life of adventure and contentment. 
  
We are surrounded by so many material objects. 
So many electrical appliances and toys 
that should surrender us to so many possibilities. 
  
But there is never enough money and never 
enough time to enjoy our possessions. 
Scrambling like fools trying to pay the rent. 
Pay the bills, pay the price of surviving.