Lessons remain unlearnt
Woe is me comes gushing forward in
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