Maybe that's how we all are
Lonely and waiting on a journey to embark
Though we know the contrast so stark.
Giving up is a tougher tidiness
But getting is a happier mess.
All this struggle is for what?
Love of a few, not even a lot
Sometimes even a single is enough.
It isn't the road but the mind that's rough...
Unsatiated of not getting enough
Guilty of not giving enough;
It gets sad at the end
Every right turn that could have mend
Replaced by wrong; leading to destruction
On the edge, in the need of resurrection!