This morning when I did arise
not knowing peace in all
my many long years
another day under
the same dark gloomy skies
Not knowing relief since
I have since forth cried
and have cried a few million tears...

That what life is...
is tis a *****,
and being veritably the *****
it verilly be
is the ***** of it all
it's plain to see

'Tween too much and too
Little, there's a whole in the
Middle of doughnut...
Of the doughnut

{Revised, 1-16-15, to truer Haiku form}