Fairly overshadowed by the myopic foresight of the powers that be,
the ones you see, that lead me to believe,
that all things I need are quickly within reach.
While life entails all that I see, bound around, before, and left behind, rotting to dust.
While all my machines are succumbing to rust.
Recycle I should before they go bust.
I know not for what I always do seek,
maybe it is, I have all that I need.
Constantly awaiting chock full of greed.
Anxiously annoyed with all that I be.
Maybe someday I will realize,
That already I am,
completely happy.