Inability

Born into a strange new land,
To grow we need a helping hand.
With free will all have an ability,
To making their own for stability.

Life with all its simplicities,
And twice huge eccentricities.
Then comes the responsibilities,
With its myriad of possibilities.

As if we've known it all along,
When stuff starts to go wrong.
Only nothing really can be done,
Try to keep up before it's gone.

With all our well know experience,
Many give only one their obedience.
Fatigue is the sufferance of distress,
Something that must be addressed.