This is where dreams go to die
That never ending pursuit of happiness
Dangled emotional puppet strings in obverse of us
We all desire to
be loved, to create, desire, inspire, and accomplish
It springs forth
like an oasisBut inevitably a mirage
From our first cries from the womb to our last throes of breath
While attainable
degrees exist
Our upbringing,
decisions, acts of will upon usAlways puts the human being on a collision course with reality
I dare say, we all expected life to be different than it has turned out
Copyright 2015
Wandering Satellite Publishing
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