A never-ending story is what all of this appears to be
This book of life we write together seems to me a tragedy
The prologue speaks of hope and faith, introducing you and me
Act One of Three disguises the forthcoming, sad reality
Characters, they come and go, most are just supporting cast
Center stage through Chapter Four, by Five they’ve faded to the past
Teaching us that friendships; love, they’re delicate and rarely last
As subtexts teach the die of trust is earned instead of blindly cast
A world that works as advertised, that’s what we learn and buy into
Coasting through our story with a smile and five-star review
Thinking that this book’s motif is happiness; our point of view
That plot twists are just fiction meant to entertain; that they aren’t true
Life’s first Act is ended by the bookmark of naivete
As Two begins, foreshadowing the darkness written in this play
Sadly, most don’t see the signs; lost among their day-to-day
Not reading what’s between the lines, faith is weakness some might say
This is where our story starts to show its face without the mask
The greatest writers realize that pursuing truth’s our only task
Revealing life has always hidden sadness bottled in its flask
It laughs as those who victimize, mocking the “why me?” they ask
What follows next I’ll spare for now, for the sake of brevity
Not to mention that this story needs relief and levity
Yet such is life, is it not? And if you want longevity
Its comedy to those who think; for those who feel, a tragedy
Now I speak to you directly, sharing what this poem’s about
One moment life can mere whisper, then the next become a shout
To deal with things we all go through, we all must learn to cope with doubt
And if you need to turn a page, just rip the whole damn chapter out
How the World Should Work 