We live in a world of geniuses
Where we’re called Misters and Misses.
Our emotions direct our path
And sometimes it can end in a bloodbath.
We dress up like our heroes
And pray we don’t share their sorrows
When all the while we’re missing
The point of the thing.
Occasionally, everything goes wrong
But we must keep chugging along
Or else there isn’t a point anymore
In finishing your chores.
**Not one of my bests, but I’m still trying to get the hang of poems that rhyme**