Lessons remain unlearnt

Woe is me comes gushing forward in

Every direction

Anger and pain fill the air

Closely followed by a moan of self-pitying

A cry for help!

A pointless exercise in futility

A road lays before you

what are you choosing for yourself?

A variation on a theme

More pain, more anger, more broken dreams?

I wish for a miracle that the Divine Spirit

Lays their hand on you head

Either slapping you into our reality

Or shines the light and

You will finally see your way forward

But alas No you are from ready

So many lessons to learn

A blind man in the desert wandering around

Aimlessly to his ultimate death

A very sad state of affairs

Indeed.