this is getting worse and worse
missed lessons, stressed, deadlines approaching, research insufficient, sick, prospect of loneliness, forgiveness to ask, reparations to make
and then a death
which should place all things in perspective
only it hasn't, and things are in
Chaos
a mess
Uncertainty
the palm of Your hand

Finally she could stand it no longer. One day when everyone was out she crept up to the box, took the huge key, fitted it carefully into the lock and turned it. She lifted the lid to peep in but before she realised it the room was filled with terrible things: disease, despair, malice, greed, old age, death, hatred, violence, cruelty and war. She slammed the lid down and turned the key again...keeping only the spirit of hope inside.