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The roof caves in
the lights go out
I breathe a heavy sigh

Hands on my head
running my fingers through my hair
I stare with one eye at the problems ahead

Problem-solving is what they educated me for
tasked me with the goal to solve the world
be better than the rest

But I can't always do it
I don't want to

They want to know why me
what can I tell them?

A forlorn look
in my mind's eye
this is often me

Objectivity whispers
despite what I feel
still I struggle in the mire

Tomorrow still has hope of shine
I know what trials breed
the good fruits

Patience, that old prayer
an incredibly powerful trait
earned by blood and tears