We are constantly driven by the desire to own
Often life is shaped by wants
It is more like a jungle
Everyone feeling the need to be entitled
Pushing for what one can't own

If you don't fit the bill you get disowned
Pushed to the periphery
Only able to get the scraps
Even silenced if seen to revolt
  
Why have the urge to control
If only we could break away
From the superficial
Reach out to the core

We can be dissuaded
From mere transient gains
To aspire for the golden within