sometimes knowingly in the absence of love else driven by destiny to look for the better whatever happens, it happens for a reason we all get enough of what we can handle The day is cloudy And I am a bit moody Things fall apart As my mood plays its part. Have things fallen apart for you where you struggled to make sense of the whole, but found yourself going down a hole instead? The title of your poem today is the title of Chinua Achebe's 1958 novel Things Fall Apart. This title in turn is borrowed from W.B. Yeats's poem The Second Coming.
