Cravings
Cravings cause our souls to lie
To become possessed by our possessions
They drive us
Restricting any peace
Reduce and simplify all things
Aligning them to our conditions
They’re a robe, richly colored
A garment for our minds
Enveloping our sense of reality
Unfeeling, cheap costume coverings
Their very nature, deception
Pretending to be what we’re not
A self inflicted blindness
Blocking the reason for our lives
© Copyrights G. Jones 2007
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