Ask

It’s easy to lose hope and allow despair
To take over one’s soul
In a world where material success
is a measure of one’s worth
It takes no effort at all
To fall into a pit of expectations
Whether they be self-made
Dictated or inherited
Getting out is unthinkable
Or worse yet
Deemed impossible
So we go on deceiving ourselves
That we must meet all expectations
If we were to be of any value
And that if we could imagine it
Success will happen
And we flood our minds
With the illusion of human greatness
We leave ourselves to luck
And indulge ourselves
In the power of positive thinking
God, on the other hand
Is not even considered a possibility
What a pity
And what a shame it is to fail
what a disappointment
and what a loss it is
not to seek God
And how meaningless is such loss.
When all you had to do was ask.