Why?

Why is it that happiness is naught but a lark,
fleeting away in the night?
Are the stars and the moon so hateful,
so joyless, so empty?
Illusions of caring, of friends, of family -
all shattered, all fallacious fantasy.
It wasn’t so long ago that
life’s promises seemed endless,
yet it is as days and nights pass
in their endless revolution,
as new knowledge is learned and
new ideas created,
that one realizes -
Ignorance is bliss.
Even the perfect family,
the place of indescribable,
unbreakable bonds,
is held together only by
a thin, fragile thread.

An attempt at a poem, inspired by some events in my life and others.