The Perfect Life ...

In pursuit of a perfect life ,
WE miss the perfect moments.

In the search for an eternity ,
We lose out on the journey of life,
The very moments that,
Make or break us.

Long lost are the days of joy,
Spirited laughter,
No more seen,
All that is visible is ,
A long wait for something,
That touched us,
And left already.

We never realized.
What we had,
What we traded it for....
A lifetime of miseries ..
A truckload of aches...
Something that we lost,
Never to be found again,
The magic was lost to us...
The dreams withered away.

All that is left today ,
Is a vast expanse of desert ...
A dry wry life,
Nothing to look forth to ...
But a body of still water...
Ripples on which caused...
When we heave a sigh ...
A regret of a Lifetime.

The Perfect life...
Passed us by.