A Small Happy World

Somebody needs to care, but it need not be me,
I will take a small share from what near me I see.
But the woes of it all is more than I will bear,
As so behind my wall, I will stay unaware.
Can I hide here within with just my pleasant dreams,
And reduce what has been to what it blindly seems?
Can I hold my comfort that many do not share
And withhold my consort from others in despair?
Perhaps, I "can" with ease, but "should" is the question;
Should a small sphere I please, to avoid depression?
Is helplessness enough to give excuse to stop --
The ugly world rebuff and dismissive shields drop?