Something Missing

It doesn’t matter
Whether we are
Rich or poor,
Skinny or fat,
Ugly or beautiful,
Weak or powerful,
Many of us humans
Seem to lead
Lives of quiet desperation,
Racked by
Feelings of inadequacy
And alienation
From the rest of humanity.
Our reality is that
We lead awful lives
Full of personal tragedy
Punctuated by
Occasional bits of
Dark or sarcastic humor,
And once in a while
Random elements of beauty.
We have it
That we are broken,
In need of fixing,
That there should be
A purpose to
Our being here,
And for the life of us,
We can’t figure out
What that purpose is.
In our self analysis,
We come up wanting
Again and again,
Wondering if this
Is all there is,
And finally concluding
After much trial
And tribulation,
That this just isn’t it,
That there is something
We are somehow missing.