Wish Prison
I wished and wished more and wished more,
I yearned and longed still more,
What I was looking for held me tight,
Roped round and for good,
To the place and to the people,
And to the material,
That could provide me just that,
I got a little of it now,
And a little later a little more,
This only roused the fire,
And I wished more and more,
I was drawn in the vortex,
As the whirlpool swirled fast,
All the people,places and material swirled round me,
That could give me a little more,
I could see with clarity,
That there were alternatives,
But inertia and whirl kept me there,
My life was now this only and of this a little more,
All of our lives are just that,
We all fix to one,two or more,
And we want a little now and little later,
Of this one ,two or more,
Of these things that we longed for,
It is a prison and pretty good at that,
Its key to freedom is rarely found,
And all of keep swirling,
Wanting still more.
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