Frustrating Waltz Poem by Eillio Imbasciati

Having a high end mind,
Yet stymied by resolutions that are done on a budget,
Leaving little room for true advancement
Inspired by chance, hampered by repetition,
This frustrating waltz continues unabated,
Since those who have it good see no reason to redecorate the view from above
The sauce feels jinxed,
The spread undernourished,
Efforts to remain defiant go unrewarded
Awaiting the the days that the surrounding life feels as fresh as blades of grass in the spring,
Pining for the the good would, and the can do