Wishious cycle

I find it terribly easy to feel self-pity
For myself, my fate, my lot in life
As if I'm stuck here for eternity,
Sentenced to disappointment and strife.
The sun sets, the Daily Show comes on
Sleep, cellphone alarm, it's early morn.
Work, enquiries about the weekend
Polite laughter, coffee stains, emails to send.
I drive back in the rain just to greet
A broken smoke detector, a leaky faucet
That drips into yesterday's dinner plate set
Aside, only there were other needs to meet.
Replacing the batteries, doing the dishes,
I realize, "I've got just what my heart wishes!"