Paradise

Paradise

Is all but long existent.

Short lived.

Rarely found.

Easily lost.

Imagination.

Bundled thoughts leading to a needing pleasure.

In ones mind and ones mind alone.

To reach out but never to touch.

Wishes, promises, hope for better.

Teases, taunts, more room for failure.

Attempts and actions with all but enjoyable consequence.

A realisation that not all is possible.

A poem that may rhyme but make little sense.

Art trapped in lacking inspiration, never to be expressed.

Skill never earned.

A lesson never learned.

This image we perceive to be this paradise is only a gateway to broken hopes. A limit to what we can do and what we can posses. A void created by our own minds and expectations that lingers within us with every failure.

Look not for paradise, but instead for meaning. Motive in your actions, a goal in which you achieve though your capabilities. Hope will not always lead you to better, but instead may lead you astray. To be let down when hope is high is to equal the deepest of wounds brought upon us by a blunt blade. Let not hope for paradise created by the expectations of one's mind drive you to insanity. Keep in mind of what you can do and how you can improve. Seek achievement and not a realm outside your grasp.
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This is an old poem of mine so apologies if it's hardly something to be desired, regardless thank you to all who make it all the way to this note; I appreciate that people have actually been reading my posts.