Dissatisfaction

what realms scream beyond our satisfaction? what truths do we pretend to hold? what pride is it that we say we walk with, just outside the next store where we sell our “souls”? what face is that which we refuse to look at, when forced into the mirror reflect? what conversation might we have with ourselves, to convince that we are worthy of respect? no one gets all that they want when life so short will not reveal that nothing offered’s good enough if dissatisfaction is the only thing that’s real.