Insatiable

Why are we “never satisfied”

Constantly seeking more

And why is enough is never truly enough.


We live in a glass box,

One that is clear, so if we blink, we might not realize we are trapped,

But also just slightly dirty that we can, on most days, feel like what is in front

Is too murky and unsatisfying for us.


We live in a room with a door,

One which locks from the outside, so it seems we have no control,

But we also forget that we were the ones who locked and pulled our own doors shut.

And now, thinking there is no way out,

We look for a way to pass the time and fill the room with things we think we love,

Forgetting that before all this, we had the key with us the entire time.

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