This is a poem I wrote at an assembly when I was 15 and having doubts as a dub. Its cheesy and not very good, but whatever.
Ignorance
Swinging back and forth through time
a persons mood to fit a rhyme
as if to play an ancient curse
with reality in fact much worse
for in this stream of so called life
the placid love of kids and wife
will not conceive this lonely fear
and answer at last, why are we here?
if life is but a smily quest
to champion good work and rest
the truth, then, is plain to see
in ignorance and death
content we'll be.
GBL