Always Wanting More
What cruel trick is hope;
when it only masks pain?
And abandons the heart;
as the tears fall like rain.
Disenchanted with fate;
hope promises escape.
Yet, time stretches it thin,
trying to change its shape.
Why do we feel compelled
to act like all is well?
And suffer in silence,
though we're feeling like hell.
When we prosper, we feel
disgruntled with our lot.
And scoff at good fortune;
cheapening what we've got.
Not content with living;
to God, we put our cry.
And embrace religion,
believing souls don't die.
When opportunity
knocks, greed opens the door.
And never satisfied;
we're always wanting more.
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