Evolution Poem by Matthew Lane

Not knowing is the worst torture,
Or is it worse when I do,
It seems there are no right answers,
When I am dealing with you,


You're happy, I guess that's what matters,
Or should I prefer that you weren't,
For all the talking and pleading,
Not a single lesson was learnt,


For all of the earthly possessions,
For all of the charm and the wit,
Perchance, I am helpless and hopeless,
Like a glove, that seems to fit,


Nothing is found to be good enough,
Nothing, our problems, solve,
And, for all that was given,
Did apathy from love evolve?