Very good.
I think you may be surprised, or not, at just how many people can feel the same way about life, or aspects of life. If not in the past, or now, in the future. Sadness I suppose. Even a sense of hopelessness. Moreso related not so much to specifics, though possibly; but perhaps how life can be cruel in that the answers regards purpose vs purposelessness can be lacking and when one faces such things alone it can be even more the challenge to simply get through it. Is it a matter of dice? Are the cards one is dealt based on luck? Were our cards chosen by us, for us, or not at all?
Hope though is much more powerful when you have been down, and then can eventually take hold of something having risen through despair or hopelessness all the while knowing hope was always there.
I blahed...I like the 'risk' one...or it resonated more. Its a shame when people are like some of the things you described in that poem. Of course there are aspects of that in all of us to one degree or other, but when its so blatant its sad that such deception can be allowed to prevail. Then again, comfort through certainty can be appealing too. Its balance I suppose - manageing risk rather than just jumping without looking. Although some times you know, blindly pushing forth to find light can indeed be enlightening too.
Putting aside my drivel, I like the way you utilise words to convey what are ancient concepts and not so unique to yourself or this time. As a tangent to that, sometimes one can't help but question the whole notion of western society and how it can very blah.
