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The 3 Wants
The human condition is destructive,
Split into three distinct wants;
Love, Money and Health.
In these, our race is undermined
and thus exulted evermore.
The parasitic attachment to another,
Celebrating the intoxicated.
An excuse to differ behaviour
With the pardon of being infatuated.
Yet it is inherent to avoid the Leprosy
of being lonely, debilitated.
Essential? Perhaps,
But a deficiency nonetheless.
Restricting to desire and be desired.
Life breeds luxury, with it poverty by its side.
Abandoning one for gain, epitomises us
As there is no selfless act,
No beauty in the pursuit.
A common theme. Albeit, the free of mind
And cursed of body.
So we will sacrifice life
For desire of life.
Tunnelled to a paradoxical existence.
But we strive for quantity,
When quality is forsaken.
Sacrifiing our time, picking and choosing.
Intelligence deteriorates, not with age
But with the embedment of routine.
Attempting to regain is the panic for the lost.
Satisfaction rarely preceeds, but when it does,
It is through gritted teeth.
So the summation is us.
Flawed facades embodied in our regimentation.
We destruct ourselves, day by day,
hour by hour, droning, missing, dying.
As our hearts beat slower, love, wealth, health,
They flourish, rise up and taunt.
Yet the are unobtainable.
No one human has had all three.
