Blergh

There are so many hoops we must jump through
So many blocks remaining in our way
Yet none insuperable. They're there to screw
With our safe sense of being loosed to play.
We are but toyed with, not prevented from
Our larger purpose. But it is enough
To frustrate, worry, and at times to scum
Our happiness quite over with the stuff
Of paranoia. So we wait and see
Which of the many little problems will
Be worth attention, which no longer be,
Which be required and yet be boring still
And in the end, we must remain as ever
Sure of ourselves, of other things sure never.