Tale of some man.

And slowly but surely
as the days go by...
A man gets used to a lot of things:
Rejections and deceptions and anxieties from women
Heartaches from his failures
The wanna be and so-called musicians, celebrities!
The all important diplomatic bastards
The posers, the pretentious'
The dogs wails' and all so many things...
He gets tired of trying,
and every burden
every feeling he has ever had to bear!
He gets used to adversity
not before calling it worse than death itself
and so...
He gets used to death itself.
Yes he gets used to death too,
and then...
he gets tired of life
and everything it possibly contains!
nothing matters to him anymore:
Absolutely Nothing!
He then merely passes his time,
looks around and tries to understand
Yet he understands nothing!
and then he gets used to not understanding too...
And then he understands.