We Try To Understand. Poem by Sandra Feldman

We write so much
We think so much
We dream of things
To come,
We fear becoming
Numb,
Our lives
Are always fears,
Of the outcome.

When still,
So hard to realize
That in this life
Not matters much,
How hard we even
Try!

The progress of our
Lives,
Does not depend
On us alone,
There is so much
We really,
Can't control,
There is so much
Of Destiny
And manipulated
History,
So out of individual
hands,
As life goes by
And we,
So uselessly
Do try,
To understand!