We all go,
A pace is rendered to satisfy the goal
Sacrifices offered in exchange
Prizes of wealth, security, and affirmation

We all question,
Scouring within the banter to overcome
Though crippling insecurities peek through
The answer to ourselves is sought in others

We all contend,
The fight to be imagined figures we create
Putting out the fires of failure and loss
Maybe one day, to be this emulated "self"

We all love,
Whether in words or action this reciprocates
To people, places, things, ideas, times-
Love deferred conceives bitterness and hate
Affect to that which will love you in return

Expect disappointment,
Hope for what’s best
We all live, in this beautiful mess