FRUSTRATION
Life moves toward growth,
yet is hindered en route;
Impediments frustrate our being,
from within and without.
Tension is built up,
drives and motives get dammed;
Intent comes to a standstill,
by things we can't understand.
If we could untie those knots,
that bind up our soul;
Undo those neuroses,
taking their toll.
Perhaps then we could realize,
the Beauty in life;
Free from the hinderances,
that lends life its strife.
But how can we untie knots,
that blindfold our eyes;
bind up our hands,
and add tears to our cries?
We are all so damn caught up,
in the miseries we live;
There's no time for Beauty,
when its so hard to give.
For how can we live Beauty,
in the drama of our
selfishness;
How can we expect freedom,
without love in our consciousness?
And so we are left alone,
too frustrated to grow;
In a life barred from Beauty,
with a soul longing to show.