I didn’t think it could get much better
Never have I ever wanted something so much
The pleasure is now mine as I partake in this endeavor
Little did I know that I would use it as a crutch
After all these years I return to a state of bliss
But only for a moment as I forget this specious claim
It really does not satisfy my sensibilities
Never does it ever fill my heart for the sake of my name
We hypnotize ourselves into thinking what we would fancy
But how many times do we really just try to deceive?
Negotiating this battle using subtle mental gymnastics
It’s amazing how we trick ourselves into what we believe
It this what we teach the children?
Or is it something they teach us?
The purest minds will not objectify
And in this we can surely trust
Remove the silly objects that distract us from lethargy
Remove the temptation in vessels of our desire
Just look to the insatiable clenching fist in a jar
If one surrenders their grip, than only then you may acquire