Now Is the Winter of Our Discontent

Now is the winter of our discontent We are buried amongst our ancestors to lament Yet in life we have everything but do not use it to our full extent When young we play as we should in this world always content You grow learning that meaning outweighs what we think we have learnt We throw away the best of ourselves for the elders to seek acknowledgement Then we truly realise that we have sought to find nothing but disappointment Invent a world that you once knew and in this ambition you can rent All your lives you know this is not how you were meant to have been to find enlightenment The winters chill you more each year as the fire inside you dims to a flicker of fulfilment All knowledge is inconsequential as it is when young and the fire was strong that you knew that life was meant Now is the winter of our discontent.