Work in Progress, Literally and Figuratively

 Not my favorite one thus far but it's still in the revision stage of its construction.

Dissatisfaction

I know what it means

To obtain temporary glimpses of bliss.

I think of the euphoric togetherness of a masterful chorus

And the virtual aloneness amongst the esoteric redwoods.

These brief instances blossom into nostalgic recollections.

But when I come up for air, emptiness awaits me.

Disjointed like a side-by-side refrigerator, 

I am dissatisfied with my befuddling, complicated existence.

I am frustrated by my limited understanding 

of the world around me and how much I have yet to learn.

I am on a path much treaded but rarely fulfilled.