Life couldn’t be better, thought Zenith. If only I had someone to share bliss with.
Zenith received a spouse.
They experienced bliss… when they didn’t argue.
If only we never fought.
Wish granted, and things grew dull.
If only we had children to keep us company,
became, if only I had my own space,
then, if only I had things to keep me busy,
turned to, if only I had more time for myself.
Zenith yearned for the way back to bliss.
Thoughts kept arising
and Zenith kept falling from heaven.
