another poem.

heres another poem
one more
one more supposed insight
into something faaaaar too engrossed within its self
the great
great depression.
as if any depression
coud be
anything less than great.
I come to my school now
as I will to my college
and then to my work place
and then
there is a great
great
depression
a quite literal one
of centuries of struggle
sitting upon me
I am learning nothing
I am forming nothing
and such things
as
helpless
 and frowned upon
as dreams
have become
the child play of those
whos depression
in not
as great as mine
dose
any of you
given all opportunities
understand
comprehend
in fold
a thing of magnitude
as complex
as the laughter
at a thought?