How much?

What do you have left when all is gone?
When all evaporates into thin air?
What does one tell himself
When life deals a wicked hand?
How quickly should one pick himself up then
From the throes of disillusionment and despair?
Just what is one expected to do to get by?
How far does one agree with sympathisers
When all they say is 'everything will be fine.'?
How much does one swallow and 'hang in there'?
How long does one pine in the shadow?
How long should one crib? Or
Hide the solitude behind the grinning façade?
Which way does one tread from then on?
What does one lean against on?
Is there one who truly cares?
Is there one who gives a damn?
A way to know the honest difference?
Aren't we all mere atoms?
Disjointed and unchained
Seeking out selfish dreams?
How much do 'we' really care
About 'them'
In deed than in words?