It’s in the eddied wanting
things be other than they are,
where sadness drifts encircled,
in disappointment’s path.

There can be no regretting,
when life is just embraced,
and all that is experienced,
is seen as perfect grace.

And yet it’s not our natures,
to settle for the facts,
we hold onto so many dreams;
there is no turning back.

Desire engulfs and drowns us,
as wishing sets the oars,
and empty is the boat of life;
demand has crept on board.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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