Heaven Sent?

What is it really we pursue?
A job, a home, a wife?
None of these if they’re secured,
Will ever bring us life.
The heart is just a landfill,
We fill with all our stuff.
And at the end? We’ll look and see.
T’was never not enough.
‘Round and ’round and ’round we go.
If just we’d get the hint.
We’ve been beguiled
By heavens smile,
But it wasn’t heaven sent.