american ennui

so much of the world is on fire.
how can we sleep at night
while many are starving and dying
few others are rich and laughing.

all of the problems are much
too much to comprehend
brain sweating out of every pore.

what purpose is pain felt for others
if we are not intricately tied together
no friends or enemies
simply hearts beating.

the seeds of the fruit seem insignificant on harvest day.
beyond the moment
it is really
the only thing of significance.
the preservation of existence.