There's no real relief.
Just an endless search.

Suffering abated, gives way
to new suffering.
Solutions turn up only
new longings, only
new reliefs
to set one's sights on.

Circles ring round
the nature of man,
we trace them
in our thoughts.

In our actions.

They don't see me,
not really.
I'm just a pair of sunglasses
reflecting a blue morning sky
with jetliners carving scars
in the mirrored horizons.

I'm just a smile to them,
to anyone.

Just as they are
to me.

We're all just sifting through
the dust of life,
looking for a hidden relief
to some hidden suffering.

So that we may suffer anew
once again.