We'Re Never Satisfied
Oft times, as we near trail's end,
We discover that we've used up our days,
Just chasing wind through the trees.
Exploring our "what ifs" of life trend,
Always glinting hinder as if through a haze,
Thoughts that time seemed to freeze.
Only then, with lesser days to spend,
Is psyche surrendered to much malaise,
On finding trees gone and wind a breeze.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2014
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