Satisfaction

The Rolling Stones were right, satisfaction’s a lie,

But oh do I try, and I try, and I try. 

Spent my whole life trying and what did I get?

Some trophies, some money, and a hemorrhoid pad toilet.

I’ve noticed the more that I struggle and fight,

The harder things get, so I ramp up my might.

The world’s set against me, it’s what I was taught.

I’ll work hard till I win and get everything I’ve sought.

Still, whatever I achieve, however impressive or grand,

Seems to fade fairly quickly, never going as planned.

But I never give up, I will win this campaign,

Yet the same thing happens, again and again.

Maybe it’s my problem, life won’t bend to my will. 

Even victory seems fickle, just another cheap thrill.

To hunt for security in a world ever changing 

Seems silly, does it not? So why all the straining?

What if I drop all my preferences, ditch the whole lot?

Take a breath and relax, maybe untwist my knot.

But what would get done if I never set goals?

Who cares?! What do we gain if we lose our souls? 

Please tread very carefully, listen closely and heed:

You’ll never be satisfied if you’re required to succeed. 

Drop all opinions on how things should be,

And all will be well, just let go and you’ll see.

If only I had known, if only we were taught: 

Every struggle is unpleasant, 

thus the struggle to be pleasant is…

Not