It is not obtaining our wants that we desire
It is the chase
It is our right to pursue happiness
Always just out of reach
When we have what we want
We want more
Never enough, a bluff
Of modesty, honestly
There's just to much
To leave well enough
Alone
You've accomplished your goals
Now what
The moss grows
In the alcoves
Desires thrive
You don't let go
It's only there for a time
What we all know
Nobody makes it out alive
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 8:43 AM UTC
It is not obtaining our wants that we desire
It is the chase
It is our right to pursue happiness
Always just out of reach
When we have what we want
We want more
Never enough, a bluff
Of modesty, honestly
There's just to much
To leave well enough
Alone
You've accomplished your goals
Now what
The moss grows
In the alcoves
Desires thrive
You don't let go
It's only there for a time
What we all know
Nobody makes it out alive