Why is it so much harder
to lose than to gain?
Why does what we don’t possess
plague us so much, while all we have
is so abundant?
Is it a kind of Darwinian determinism?
Determined to hunger for what we imagine?
Gratification devolves into disappointment
in an instant.
Like food fed into a grinder,
Pulp recycled into new hungers.
If I could lose my hunger,
Maybe I could lose my loss?
©dbyrne jan 2014
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2014
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