Dissatisfaction

I am so dissatisfied with my life.

It seems like every nook and cranny is filled with strife.

Sadly though it's not just physical,

It somehow manages to mingle in my metaphysical.

The most mundane of Mondays

Is sadly how I live most of my days.

Here and now I'm graced with chance

Yet, I can't find little things to make me dance.

Moments pass, how soon they're fleeting

As they go, a constant feel of my joy depleting.

A snap back into true reality

Where I'm faced with my depravity

Who else is to blame but I,

As to why I live dissatisfied.

Acknowledging that I'm incomplete,

I must daily make the hardest choice of them all...

To lay down and accept defeat,

Or to learn to rise after each time I fall.

To myself, I must learn to say,

Pick yourself up and take the day!

It's not easy, and at times it'll feel cruel

To try and find joy when you're so low on fuel,

Since in life we aren't all given the same circumstance,

Never-the-less we must ALL strive our best to make life advance.