Senses of satisfaction

The elevator has been going up for twenty years

A life filled with dreams, a trip full of victory

Risks and experiences always vanquished the fears

A life that tells the tale like an adventurous story

No regrets, no sorrows, no tears and no doubt

Not a day was futile, not a year spent in vain

Tiredness followed her but never did she pass out

Coldness kicked in and soon abandoned the pain

The pain of wanting and of wishing were set apart

The pain of hoping and of praying left aside

One can simply refuse to take notice of the heart

And so it goes that she appeared to live an easy ride

Easy it seemed, and effortless it was as well

She felt fine and the feeling has always been real

For when one never tries, one will never fail

How hard you might try, you can never burn steal

So what’s the problem, what’s the big deal

Floating through life is the poor man’s goal

The sad man’s need and his greatest appeal

So why not be satisfied if that is your role

The elevator has not stopped for once in twenty years

No one has ever opened nor closed the doors of grey

A few men have tried but none has earned any tears

Will there once enter a person and will she ever say

‘I want you, I need you, I miss you or I love you’

Will the doors ever open and welcome affection

Will she overcome the fear of feeling black and blue

So that for once she will sense sincere satisfaction