a place once filled
with magical thrill
has torn and spilled
leaving only cold chill

a thing once warm
devoured by a merciless swarm
drenched in oblivion's storm
and accepted as the norm

what more is left to take ?

take take take
give give give
the pattern of things
in life to live
the way it should be
yet it never quite ceases
often time just displeases
a flirt with the world, teases

if one should ever feel
like they were lacking
i would advise them to perhaps
sleep on it for a lifetime
and maybe by the end
they would wake up and find
that everything they never wanted
was nothing they ever needed