Wrestling with puzzles while others sleep,

Finding solutions to problems that defeat daylight’s turn of the wheel,

For what pre-occupies are not unresolveable problems,

But far simpler questions involving choices, of degree and shades of varying options,

Courtesy of a seemingly unending revolving door of problems;

Meaning nothing to some and even less to others,

With no measurable impact on the overall tally of good or ill, I have no doubt;

But for the conscientious soul,

They are a constant preoccupation and a occupational hazard;

For, we all fall into one of two categories:

Those who don’t give a damn and those that do;

And until this constant flow hardens me beyond recognition, I find myself constantly falling into the latter;

What about you?