Needs and Wants

I find myself surrounded and alone, Writhing in agony yet to come. Is it then, that the purpose of continuation, Is simply to find a purpose? And if so, with this appalling revelation, Does the purpose slip away? Stranded and immovable, A cold vastness. Desire, it seems, is unto itself, Therefore finds itself unattainable. As if holding water in its palms, Inevitably it will all spill away. The tragedy is in the basic need, For we must hold that water still. I find myself surrounded and alone, Writhing in agony yet to come. Still we will strive for dominance, For we are told we must. A self-indulged conviction of the soul, Yet knowing that lie, does not make it false. A manifestation of the mind, That yearns to prove its existence. As if all one must do is acknowledge, And then so reality will bend. Perhaps though, this is the truth behind the truth, To become the arcane master of oneself. Perhaps we just have not learned to contort, Our palms to finally hold that water in. I find myself surrounded and alone, Writhing in agony yet to come. MCOII