A Bit of Spoken Word

We weren’t built to be happy

We were built to constantly seek out new pleasure

We love deeply

We loose desire

We ache for more

We ache for new

We ache for old

But the old makes us weep for the loss of the new

The excitement we loose

The desire to change, to grow

Becomes stagnant

But on our own life stings and overflows,

Stemming the tide of desire to share

No one to turn to and smile and say, “Look at that,” laugh and share the experience

And with someone new comes that flare – that excitement

“This is it – this is what I need”

But the flaws surely creep and the fire fades till a true “this is it”

or “this is wrong”

Alone. No matter who we’re with.

And yet – we are together.