Sonnet

Life is a paradox A swirling mix of unwanted desires An endless failing to fit them all in a box Trying to foget what it requires. All of us are jaded In the pool of hypocrisy We have all waded We have all desired a little imcumbency Striving, straning, stressing Forgetting whats important Fighting against all that is depressing We become more and more reptant Yet, is there hope? Can we find a way to cope?