fauxcroft

A life of strife like that of Job

Or maybe one one like Schrödinger’s cat,

Experimental or repeating mistakes

Like Sisyphus who I am sure wailed,

Or maybe just like Icarus

We try to fly where no one should dare,

And all I see when I look around

Are lessons to be learned, it’s so profound,

Yet even learning from these

Life doesn’t  seem to ease,

I always end up on my knees,

Maybe it’s always meant to be this way

Right up to the end of days.