Restored

All good in this world

The joy and the sweet

Feels inadequate

Like a thought incomplete

An unfinished sentence

That is full of intention

Goes misunderstood

Without needed inflection

A person can wallow

Isolated in oneness

Their echoing thoughts

Will turn into numbness

Shake off ennui

Clear head of its trappings

You mustn’t waste time

Vainly grumbling and snapping

For fleeting are moments

We wish we had savoured

Why grieve about choices

Over which we have laboured

Find your inner stoutness

That hasn’t retreated

Become idealistic

And your woes be defeated

Snatch dominion from clutches

That would see you forlorn

You will be for the better

Redeemed and reborn!