Questions that were never asked. Caring so much that it all implodes in on itself and leave only apathy. a selection of questions better left unanswered. A long poem showing my immense work ethic. this is about how we as a species can be horribly apathetic to what's going on around us Bipolar balancing with a third alternative. Trying to describe a past relationship of 3 years. In this composition, I will emulate the feelings of apathy, loss of emotion, feeling, and sensation. Just existence, with not even a modicum of flavor. Insipid and blank life. Just wherefore is the world itself? For which purpose do we exist among such coherent harmonic aspects of life, yet produce the most woe and make everything bereft of joy?