Lifting, But Forever Felt In Vain

To every tortured soul upon the surface of this earth Happiness and prosperity are a perspective learnt from birth Measured not by money or the sum of all your worth But by life as it pulses through your veins So walking all alone across this dark and dreary ball A curse that’s set in motion by the feelings that you hold To hold them in like poison, to wait for them to pass Will undo you as quick as you were made We walk upon this corkscrew path of life and love and loss The dusty path before us moves with time until we give up Never moving forward, but neither moving back Stuck in life alone ‘till we depart To ponder on the past, regret and wish what could have been done To turn a page backwards and to start over anew The hopes and dreams of others, to far away from you Lifting, but forever felt in vain