Poetry, Writing


Pity me my faults
And all that they encompass
I mean to do things righteously
But my weaknesses do hinder

I try to learn from my mistakes
Plentiful as they are
Each day I wake to greet my life
And hope to make it better

As happy as I am
There can never be too much
More sunshine , love, music, joy
These are the things I strive for

And never will I end my quest 
As fulfillment is not able
Pleasure can not be maximized
No true  ultimate exists

So with each thought and action
With every word and dream
I push the boundaries of my world
To submerge myself in glee

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