They are imbued in doubt 

and therefore can never be certain

Their hearts long in the past

and therefore cannot embrace the present

 

Their fears are caged inside 

and therefore will never be free

They are drowning in insecurities 

and therefore cannot assemble confidence 

 

They are desperate to fall 

and therefore can never be stable

They are haunted with paranoia 

and therefore can never trust

 

They are satisfied 

and therefore cannot be happy

 

Settling,

forcing the mind to imagine

what the heart simply does not feel

Cautious, 

ignoring notions of change 

and proceeding this perfunctory life

 

We are satisfied

                                  aren't we my dear?