Questions Poem by John Dillenger II

Where have we come to,
When life does collapse?
Another crossroads to a new world,
Or simply the blackness that surrounds us
Deepens?
Could we dream a new dream there,
Perhaps?
Or will our minds be to irrevocably
Weakened?
The questions of life are often of death.
So why do we waste our time?
Why do we enclose the glory of
This world,
Within the uncertainties
Of the next?
This, is the reason
I am perplexed.