Curse Or Gift
How easily we loose are way, on our paths, that twist each day.
Always seeking for what we are not sure. Through trial and error , we do endure.
Constantly seeking what's around the next bend, battering ourselves in the process, some bruises don't mend.
When we acheive what we thought most wanted. Our needs change, and we are back to were we started.
Grinding into each other as we pass, smoothing our edges, are we dimonds or just glass?
Some get stronger, others shatter, till all the words, seems like chatter.
You guess at what you think you want now. but cannot predict, the changes, or the how.
Happiness today, might tomarrow bring pain. each experience we survive, leaves with it a stain.
Still we stumble down our path each and every day. Do we ever find what we are looking for? Or just stop seeking because we are old and grey.
Maybe that's the point, of why we desire. It's the evalution process, we must admire.
Without it we would be cavemen, crawling in our own muck. void and without meaning, satisfide to be stuck.
Instead we are always seeking, setting goals to achieve, this is our curse and gift in life. The power to believe.
written by Deidre Holladay-Huges