3/15/11

What is this wasteful wanting called a wish?

What purpose may its invocations serve,

But plague our waking days with aimlessness,

And whisper lies of what we think deserved?

We strive and find success, or else we fail.

We keep what life lets linger in our grasp.

And wishing beyond this shall not avail.

Lest futile fruits are that for which we ask.