Most times I think I am not enough, Because this is what I have learned in life Too many times to count. And why do I dream, Hope that one day It will be different? My experience Doesn’t bare that out. And that cliche, Life is what you Make it? Why don’t they tell you, If you touch it, You destroy it, If you leave it alone, It destroys you? You may think I’m jaded, My son asked what that Word meant.