Greed's Wants, Desires, and Needs

I say I grow without greed, But my wants, desires, and needs, Blur in the obscurity of my own mind. My heart isn’t filled with hate, It doesn’t wish to be late, To the race that is my blossoming maturity. All will wither, all will die— And so will I, But my thoughts will keep racing, Pacing, Across a room that doesn't exist, Searching for an exit when the mind doesn’t offer escape, Only solitude. Live or die, Which choice is right, Should my life really be in my own hands? And? What if I’m wrong? Will my punishment be long? Or will I suffer a century and a second, All at once. Who am I to say I grow without greed, When I’m burdened by these constant wants, Desires, And needs.