The Problem Poem by Harold Ivens

The problem seems to reside where one can't speak his mind precisely enough for his point to come across.

The problem exists as long as we do not state it. The problem is 'unstatable'. Everyone can feel it though.

The problem wants solution, but the usual formula to success does not find it anywhere.

The problem lies within, And its solution will make everyone an addict when it's found



The problem seems to be all powerful, its dominion is spread upon space and time.

The problem exists as long as you know the worth of your future crime.

The problem wants water, but we all seem to need it as ours for our thirst to be quenched,

The problem lies within the man who sells water to a man living on a bench.

The problem lies within me as well, and I can't tell if it is my own will,
The problem still wants water, but you can hear the jars spill,
The problem exists as long as we are as we are, still,
The problem is bread, humanity is a stomach and it never falls ill.