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

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DCG