Sometimes it gets to hard to care. Sometimes it seems better to turn away from the world, let it all flow on around you while you sit back and let it happen. Times when taking arms against a sea of trouble seems... well, more trouble than it is worth.
After all, what has this world ever done for you? Especially after all you have done for it? Where is the gratitude, the appreciation? You could have been off enjoying yourself, but instead you turned up for duty day after day, always... well, nearly always on time, and – if not quite ready – at least willing to give it a go.
Then, what happened?
After you had shown willing, or – at least – not that reluctant, what did this bloody world do, but pour more shit over you, poured more crap and bollocks your way until it seemed that you were no longer swimming, but drowning.
Then you decided enough was enough, and that if this was life, then sod it. You turned away, turned back to your own life, thinking that if you kept your head down, just got on with getting on with it, then the world would leave you alone, leave you in peace. It wasn't much of a life, but – at least – it was a quiet one.
It didn't work out like that, though... did it?
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