How to kill the spirit

Each morning, we wake up to a city full of hopeful people

And all they desire is to do meaningful work

But there are no shortages of the ones

Who bring them down. Day in, day out,

we wake up and resolve to put forth our best

To accomplish, be productive

And the first encounter with a human being

Knocks the wind out of our sails…

Cutthroat, survival, fear, malice

Punch in the gut, run off with your goods

Take away the inspiration

Break the marriage; shatter this friendship

let the tears start flowing

And so we sit, staring at a blank space on the wall

What the hell just happened?

Crazy world.