the average life
my life is a pendant
a dangling wayward chain
obsessive of change.
but never have i ever endured change
missing the moments as life dwindles by.
will i ever reach my highest hopes?
the dreams are those of a fantasy
will they ever come true?
will life ever bear its fruit?
where do wayward hopes go in the momentous, tormentous times?
will we ever see despair dissipate?
dancing on dazzling daggers of trepidation, tirelessly we wander.
searching… searching.. for a better way
if our moments were worthy…
if our thoughts were pure
will we ever, ever tackle the truth?
will our deepest recognitions be worthless?
will our cogitations be items of trample?
distant desires… far off. nemeses of attainment.
will our love ever connect?
peace. love. happiness. and patience.
the life, that life. is made of