This Thing Called Life

I began to write a poem
Then realized they were all the same
An ode to the woes of life
And the sorrows of this game

The pattern kept persisting
As I read through each past poem
The loneliness in my heart
Where the deer and antelope roam

I keep asking the same question
Why am I so sad?
All I've ever wanted
Was to take back what I once had

But I was locked in a cage
With no sun to shine through
And the bail to let me out
Was already half past due

I still don't have an answer
To this thing we call life
I don't know if we'll ever win
The never ending strife