The blisses we desire

The blisses we desire,
in this pained mortality
are like dreams of paradise
which remain as futile visions-

Thru the misery of our lives,
we see dreams of euphoric tomorrows
and when tomorrow comes
we are still eluded further-

Lofty dreams rapture our imaginings
of the world a paradise, a life of bliss-
and when our daydreams end,
we find ourselves in pained reality-

The blisses we desire may come true,
but short mortality shortens duration,
And at the end of our lives we`ll reflect,
If life was joyful, how does it profit us now—-