Life's Quest Poem by Owen Smith

Why do things seem so perfect when you try to escape from reality?
Never does the imagination depict the correct outcome.
forever tangled in your own shortcomings you weep from disappointment
As your fragile world crumbles around you, life drains from your soul
Expectations bring sorrow as clouds bring rain
I cant bring myself to understand such complexities
Or dream of there being an answer to my questions
I am just absent from my own life and exiled from partisipating
Can I expect so much from so little and still retain any sanity?
Am I destined to hurt those I love?
Or love those I hurt?
Happiness may be subjective but is it attainable?
Only for breif snatches of time do I feel that I am free
then time plays its cruel games and sorrow returns
A purpose unrealized and talent untapped
encased and entrapped by forces unknown
destruction of what I thought life was
Creation of what life should not be
short as it may be it is also too long
for it is too short on happiness and too long on sorrow
the time we do have is borrowed
never will i find what I search for if I dont know what to look for
That is my lifes quest