In essence,
life is a dis-ease..
there’s always
something bugging
us.. and pulling on
our heartstrings.

Whose fault is it
that ‘tis the flavor
of existence
for the feasting
that we get.
I do not see
so many
other options
on the menu
yet.

You learn to love
the dish that life
chooses to serve.
For, you must eat..
and life provides
exactly
what you need..
and nothing less..
and nothing more.