Worthless Tin

My life is full of learning, but I want more than learning. I want more than silly things, but I want silly things. I want more than this - viral incompleteness - with its worsening unease. I want more than forever being enslaved to safe hospitality like astronauts in space. We control heat with air conditioning - gravity with jets and communicate via satellites. There’s nothing I can really do but trust in science, and patiently hope. My wants may shine valuable, like silver, but they are, in reality, worthless tin.