Ill-found the angst of wanted resolution,
for life’s path resists our will,
more concerned with reality’s core,
and we may suffer the pangs of our desires
for no reason at all,
when there was no door in beginning.
Emotions are our deceitful friends,
vying to instill reality in fantasy,
yet the soul truly knows
but falls short in transparency,
the heart at odds with itself,
and life the rocky road we create.
How often we deceive ourselves,
ignoring the ostensible truth
to wallow in hope’s distant echo,
when futile dreams just ignite the pain,
let fantasies wane instead,
and experience the better for its own reward.
I often wonder why we give ourselves such pain,
exert impossibilities to milk their hopes,
when love is truly within our life
and we in selfish plight,
try to change its very scope,
for a faded memory we hold dear.
I have long let go the wanting,
the love of a young souls need,
and find solace in a deeper more meaningful love,
a universal connection, appreciation of life’s seed,
and here I abide my hearts wants,
to share in words my soul’s gratitude.
Tony DeLorger © 2017