Eager Eyes

And want has plagued the trepid mind,

Of gathering accolades in search of purpose.

With the spoils of greed comes means sublime

To search for what to find. 


But what you have is not as kind

As it looked like when you wanted it. 

Achieve and gain a hollow prize

You swore would hold more in person.


And so the find is not the central part,

Or the means of satiating want at all. 

Your tumbling through time and space

Is guided by your view of self.


So desperate to look on out

And horde all that may make you great.

But ill-equipped are ill of mind

To hold solace in your traits.


The human that has come about

From all you stumbled in on,

Holds merit that you refuse to take

Or fairly take some pride from. 

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