True Value
You'll always want
What you don't got
Most the things you get
Aint as important
As you thought
Once you get them
Is when they start
Losing value
Got you on the hunt
For something brand new
& it doesnt stop
You could have a fortune
And still be miserable
It's impossible to fill a hole
From outside sources
There's certain things
That are only gained internally
All that Purchasing & searching be
A waste of time
Up Until you learn to be
Content and find your happyness
From you and you alone
The results
Will always be discouraging
& I aint speaking from experience
Personally that sounds like
Allota work to me
I'd propabably need a therapist
When your moneys funny
It's far from being halarious
But there are people out there
That just wouldnt care & s***
They'd be happy
Just sitting there with nothing
Dang I wish I was that well adjusted
You leave me sittin around
With nobody and nothing
For too long,
I'm gonna be putting on
A large production
Going on & on & on waiting for someone
Or something to To interrupt it
Copyright © John Conde | Year Posted 2019
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