REALITY HUNGRY

REALITY HUNGRY When others’ joy is merely peering over the wall Those who relish real experiences, good and bad The taste of life’s disappointments is as bitter gall But for the lucky few, the best they’ve ever had Sometimes life can feel empty, like nothing at all There is always surplus time and room to be sad Perhaps by hitting the brakes the engine will stall And for that sudden quiet one may even be glad Hearing echoes of footsteps along an empty hall This may be the first sign that one is going mad One realises being alone can make one feel small And would not have been mentioned in the Iliad Life is not always about having a masquerade ball Take a breath, ignore what may be the latest fad Yet for most, the same routine each day can pall Especially when finding oneself to be armour clad