Being too virtuous can impede survival, they say,
Yet how do I find a way
To soothe my heart? Help make the world a better place?
Or at least not contribute to the ill-goings,
When I am often unaware, no matter how much I study,
Of many inner-workings of things I need everyday?
Every decision I make has a price to pay,
I mitigate, I help, god knows I try to pray,
But it’s a boulder up a steep hill,
Rolling further down everyday.
I take what measures I can,
I do my good,
I learn,
But even I know, it won’t be enough,
Yet, that’s all anyone can do- their best.
And hope, one day, the system will solve the rest…
Will it though?
Yet, hope’s what keeps us going-
One day, we will be fine.
Author’s Note: Hope this helped. Let me know in the comments what you feel you have to make the world a better place and don’t feel guilty if that’s just surviving another day. You matter. To read more of my poems, head to Muses_Saga.
