Enough
Why do I complicate my life,
in a culture of expectations.
Overcome by damn frustrations,
wasting my future years in strife.
Chasing things I don’t want or need,
accumulating useless .
Is it stupidity or greed,
either would be hard to admit.
Living is so much more than just stuff,
based on an icebergs lofty tip,
held in a tight white knuckle grip.
Gathered bits wring one's heart rough,
when you don't know you have enough.
~Johnnymac
Copyright © Johnny Mcconnell | Year Posted 2023
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