Looking For Reason

Last night, tried to answer me. Why, is life so tragic? Upon waking. All I felt, was tired. All discussions, forgotten. The key, is not easy to maintain. With a complex mind, operating. Nothing is untouched. I'm like the tide. That runs. In and out of happiness. For the most part, I'm present. Unharmed, by recent events. But if I wonder, alone. All I find is regret. What I should have done better. In death, he is absolved. And my responsibility, grows.