You ever feel like your dreams are caged? Prisoned. A bunch of ideas without a way of exiting. Flooding your mind with scenery that only you can see. A piece of life that oneself only has access to. The beauty that the mind creates, a scenario to escape.

Why do we lust over things that we do not have?
Why do we want of those things? Is it because of the glare in it's look or name that may follow with it.
Why do we look at people and want what they have?
Is what we have not a satifactory? We hunger for the things that lust in our souls.
Materialized items, that we use for show and tell, but it's not worth gold.