Just as I am about to be overcome by bliss
For my fortunate life,
For the infinite joy that is possible
With each new day,
This world tempers my enthusiasm
With countless reminders of petty human frailty.
It comes as no surprise
There are monsters among us,
Their actions undeniably
But my disillusionment
Is fueled by the frail and tattered bond
Between honesty and convenience,
So easily surrendered,
To the other.