
Let's say,
What you did dream,
What you did chase,
Was a slip between
The cup and the lip.
You may sulk, scream
Pine for what is not,
Won't let it just go,
Oscillate to and fro-
Pendulum-like, moving
Without progressing.
As you observe,
Surely you know,
Back and forth,
Forth and back,
Ask your self,
What in this life
Do you really lack?
