Mississippi

When did life become so unbearably sad? When did it turn into an ever-louder question of whether to cut your losses now and live in bland complacency or cling on to some grandiose idea of complete fulfillment while watching the chasm between dream and reality widen into an impossible canyon? Is this what life is? Did everyone answer this question already and reveal none of the secret? 

You lie awake at night asking

To what end.