I eat but am always hungry again.
I sleep but always grow weary in the end.
I drink but my thirst is never quenched.
I earn but my accounts never have enough.
I buy but there is always more and newer stuff.
I breathe but by lungs need more air to huff.
Why in this world, is nothing ever satisfied?
From my mouth, my wallet, my house to my mind?
The grass needs more water, the flowers more sun.
The gas tank more fuel, people want time where there is none.
Vanity needs more notice and the humble more reward.
But what good is a world like this for?
If everything needs more, and nothing is forever empty.
Why do I think someday I’ll find empathy?
I eat but am always hungry again.
I sleep but always grow weary in the end.
I drink but my thirst is never quenched.
I earn but my accounts never have enough.
I buy but there is always more and newer stuff.
I breathe but by lungs need more air to huff.
Why in this world, is nothing ever satisfied?
From my mouth, my wallet, my house to my mind?
The grass needs more water, the flowers more sun.
The gas tank more fuel, people want time where there is none.
Vanity needs more notice and the humble more reward.
But what good is a world like this for?
If everything needs more, and nothing is forever empty.
Why do I think someday I’ll find empathy?
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