I wonder what age we reach
When we determine that life can offer more
From children to adolescents
I cannot pinpoint when my thirst took over
As toys never fully satisfied
And games only worked for a brief time
Initially I thought it would pass
But through time, I’ve realized it never will
As my hunger for things continually engulfs
The very desire they aim to destroy
The caveat comes when teenage years peak
And the ability to drive machines is privileged
We get so enamored with these things
That it’s simply hard to tell
When it all went wrong

As we are stuck in material Hell.