I Am None the Wiser

I loathe fate 

for it has fondled

my heart 

in unconscionable ways.

Age has not done me

any great justice either.

I am none the wiser 

than when I was a toddler.

I speak semi-eloquently

and can hold my liquor;

I doubt that qualifies

as anything significant. 

I love restlessly

and hope endlessly.

The cycle never stops. 

Like a drunken rat in a maze

I never arrive at the prize.

© 2013 Helena Malheur