Constantly on the way to something
that is not where you are
you have peace, so you seek the noise
to seek peace
it's hard
but that's the way it is
Either longing for a cup of tea in the Garden of Eden
or forward to the land of heaven
always afraid of the pain and discomfort
by being a completely ordinary and mortal man
never completely satisfied with nothing
always more to be had
an eternal basket case with the language
to find out who one is
it's difficult
but that's how it is
seeing one's limitations before one rarely acceptance for
we constantly try to become like God
the unlovable and weak have little respect for
the word impotence, gives us goosebumps