The Black Hole of Your Soul

A poem of voracity, and the insatiable longing of the human condition

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Just over that hill and you’ll be there at last

Just cross that bridge and the joy will be back

Just get that money and all will be right

Just find that thing and you’ll sleep well at night

You want more stuff

You want more things

You want more wealth

To prove something

You want more…

And when you get it, you hold on so tight

Afraid to lose, this thing is your right

You’ll fight and battle if it threatens your grip

Worried to death of losing it

You want more stuff

You want more things

You want more wealth

To prove something

You want more…

Get it and keep it because it’s all yours

More power more money than ever before

An endless struggle to get ahead

The endless worry of losing your bed

You want more stuff

You want more things

You want more wealth

To prove something

You want more…

You want the things that you don’t have

You want to feel important at last

You hope these things will prove your worth

You hope these friends will gain you the earth

You want more stuff

You want more things

You want more wealth

To prove something

You want more…

You want to be wanted but feel no value inside

You do these things to feed your pride

But when they want you, you know it’s not real

You’re just a product, something they steal

You want more stuff

You want more things

You want more wealth

To prove something

You want more…

You say you want to change the world

But it’s really about fame and pearls

You’d help the millions for the spotlight

But you’d turn your back if no one’s in sight

You want more stuff

You want more things

You want more wealth

To prove something

You want more…

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