Specks of dust

Troubles are bubbles just waiting to burst, trials of tribulations, torments of the worst..pickles and problems that cause us great pains, concern comes and it goes as it waxes and wanes.. whilst there’s not alot one can do to avoid this distress, when it bolts out of the blue like a misfortunate mess..hiding away from argumentation may eradicate oneself from annoying aggravation..shutting the door on affliction that drives you up the wall, if there was a big hole you would hide under and crawl

Why on earth do we land ourselves in such unpleasant situations, with nothing but negativity and cruel confrontations..sometimes we should all take a ‘chill-pill’ pooh pooh suffering and sorrow, let sleeping dogs lie till a brand new tomorrow..difficult dilemmas are a nuisance and such a pest so we task our tumult to get it off of our chest..then like an unexploded bomb that’s been hidden in the sand, your trivial irritation blows up out of your hand..alas not one of us gets a lifetime rehearsal, as mere specks of dust we are all universal