why oh why is the world so wrong, politically, socially, everything is messed up. how can a donald trump even be real in this world? and a ted cruz and a jeb bush and a ...

why does the rustle of drying leaves in wintry wind give a sense of the opposite
why does it calm the uproar in my head
why does it console me
why does it want to make me forget
that nothing is right

when even the cycle of such rustle and decay and renewal is affected
when the whole world has been wrecked
by us, people