All this mess.

Humans are complex beings, they said.
To me, we are an enigma. 

We had hopes for the future,
yet we are stuck in nostalgia.

We try to live with expectations,
yet the best memories are the ones
when we met none.

We say we want to have it all,
but there's just one thing to recall,
whenever we start to fall.

We are weary of waiting,
but why do we indulge in
the feeling of longing for something?