Life Story

Please stop!
Stop asking me to make sense.
At first it was fun, I admit,
The challenge you set me -
The quest for a world of truth,
A system of equality, of fairness -
Aimed at a noble end
(A Holy Grail)
And I have risen to the occasion!
Together we have created realms
Smaller than perception,
Larger than conception,
Faster than thought;
But now I am hearing voices
Laden with bitterness and despair.
They accuse me of broken promises:
I have stolen justice from them
In my mania.
They ask me to return the mystery
Which is their birth-right.
Please stop asking me to make sense!