Figure It Out Poem by Alfred Ramos

In a sense
It don’t make any sense at all
Dreams don’t come true
When you want them to
The heart of the matter
It don’t matter at all
You can’t see more than is there
No matter how long you stare
In real terms
There are no ideal terms at all
You have to take what they give
The good old days you can’t relive
By all means
It don’t mean much at all
To fuss and fight each day
Won’t make it right in any way
So how do you figure it out?
What life is really all about?
Open up the heart for inspection
Dissect it of any imperfection
Transfer the impurities down the drain
Divert common sense to the brain
But this won’t make you jump and shout
Because we’re are a long ways from figuring it out