Stumbling Upon Life

We are all waiting for that miracle to rescue us from this debacle.
No, not the virus.
No, not the curse.
No, definitely not old love.
but yes the misery of the human soul, persists.

We are bound to ourselves
Our hopes
Our distress
We seek no help
Then we victimize and then degrade the human race.

Today it’s the heartache, tomorrow it may be another virus. We run behind a mirage of perfection ending in loneliness and a never-ending struggle.

Searching ourselves in riches of the world,
Over the mountainsUnder the ocean
Above the cliches,
Below the spiritual sky,
Learning nothing but about more concerns.