Trapped i wonder what could be worse,
The harder i try the more i'm cursed,
Enveloped in misery with return to sender as my stamp,
Am i at war with myself or am i just at war by myself,
Perhaps i should be more thankful?
Dear universe is it a sin to desire something better?
It is written ask and it shall be given,
I'm told everything happens in due season,
Though the tongue that speaketh is always dry,
On this pursuit of happiness I've lost my identity,
A quest that has become the matrix of my misery,
If it is fate then I've never been in control,
I've been beaconed by Betelgeuse and Rigel,
In this land of familiarity I've missed my Orion,