Is there truely such a thing in life,
known as total satisfaction?
Or is it humanly impossible
to be content without distraction?
Is there ever a moment in time,
when perfection's wild and free?
Not a question or a notion as to where your life should be?
And if that moment does boldly come,
do you recognize the thought?
Or just move onto the next moment,
when something more is sought?
Does the feeling ever come
when one's life has hits its peak?
And does that feeling linger on,
or just vanish into bleak?
Do people really love each other,
or just revel in the "norm?"
Or is this just a trick of mind,
til' something better can form?
Can lifestyles really mold and blend,
into utter happiness?
Or is it more conceivable
to pretend you live in "bliss?"
I sometimes close my eyes and wish
that these answers would ring clear,
but I'm afraid of disappointment,
as the expectant would probably adhere.
So these questions all will still remain,
with no answers to fill their wake,
and we'll all just continue to live our lives,
comtemplating "happiness" or "fake."


By: Amy L. Finley 2007