The Soft Facts of Our Lives

We seek happiness in that which is easy
Instead of that which will light us on fire.
We chase love that is the color of pink and smells of roses
Rather than deepening within the lemon of our own scent.
We travel without willingness to sacrifice our comfort,
Spend without pleasure, and save without meaning.
We want soft, easy, complacent satisfaction,
When it is the narrow ledge and tender sorrow
That teaches the heart to sing.