Taken to the edge of reality

can be the very thing

that awakens a person

out of the fog

and clears out the smog.

Responsibility then kicks in

taking precedence from within.

Lessons are learned hard

and feelings are left jarred.

Life can pierce and hurt like the dickens.

Mostly we run around like chickens.

It is a pity the shape the world is in

and this is the way it has long since been.

Heartache after heartache

and worry after worry.

Always just enough to make the knees quake.

Love isn’t always enough it seems,

showing only what obviously gleams.

We worry about what we should not.

We love what we should not.

We live for what we should not.

Mostly we want what we have not.