Life as It is

There are endless games one could play
There are endless places one could visit
There are endless nature beauties one could enjoy
There are endless goals one could accomplish
But there could be none to suppress one's inner most loneliness
and desire to quench once and for all
Yet there is hardly any easy cure for this
because it comes at you every day
The only difference is to what degree
and under what circumstance
One's mind
is always somewhere between comfort and worrisome