problems in the way

Time is racing past. Cannot understand what's wrong. Sick of life being one great big imbalanced yo yo. Been like this for too many years.
The children are there - they smile, they play. And as the years pass, they are then but a vision from days gone by.

Something is chronically wrong. There's far worse on earth than what I feel. Is it then selfish to wallow.
One day....serenity in the back of a black car.

And so in cyberspace, no one can hear you scream.

Thanks be to St Jude.