The Joy of childhood has
forgotten my name.
The Passion of my youth has
moved on to greener pastures.
Cynicism calls to me like an old friend;
dark and jaded thoughts respond
to the call with wicked glee.
I rush to point out faults and flaws
within the system in frenzied delight.
Just don’t ask my input on how
to effect any kind of positive change.
My cynical reply is that it
doesn’t matter what I do.
One person alone can’t change a thing.
One person can’t buck the system,
so why try?
It seems Cynicism has brought
along his friend Apathy,
and I just don’t care anymore.
If only I knew how to bring back
those old friends Joy and Passion,
but their number seems permanently
lost to my world.