Small and Chaotic

This supposedly small world

Is so very big

And in it people continue to say

Good-bye....

We live through it

Trying to stay afloat

When we know

That

This supposedly small world

Is so very big

And, oh, so vast....

How do we continue on

When good bye seems the end...?

Why do we torture ourselves with no point

Of truly wishing to continue?

Why?

How?

For what?

This supposedly small world

Is so very big and oh, so vast

And full of Chaos....

When confusion

Frustration

Broken promises

Block our future

How do we over come our obstacles...?

Why is it that we continue

When all hope

Is forever lost?

This supposedly small world.............