how does one become addicted
to fame,
money,
popularity... ?
even physical pleasures,
in the form of
gluttony...
we cannot fathom,
think...
how does the mind really work?
do we always cloak our fears,
and shed crocodile tears...
like one boy
who cried...
WOLF!!!
savages, we all are
victims of fake humility...
do we suffer in silence
because of vanity...?
why do we crave,
why do we crave,
is the hunger as deep
as the need
to be sated... ?
think, dream,
... sleep
we all want an end,
maybe not as grandiose
as some,
while
others seem to be somewhat,
unfinished...
half-baked, half-done, half-full
if you look @ the glass,
what do you see...?
is it filled
with nothing but
alcohol...?
crave...
why do we hunger,
what do we seek...?
is the hunger as deep
as the need
to be sated...
think, dream,
... sleep
we all want an end,
maybe not as grandiose
as some,
that left with the sound of a gun
as big as a...
BANG!!!
while
others seem to be somewhat,
unfinished...
*** a free verse... done half-asleep, half awake... rants & musings... my whatever things... because today was a pleasant goodbye through keys that form words that looked like conversation...
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