one pan holds our Mind Born As Is Dueling in the opposite tray, lay the Experienced Mind With Growth, beginning to tip into an immediate fluttering imbalance
Dissatisfaction debuts as mid-crowning meets first breath The pre-cradle screams Run parallel with the desire for want
A leveled contentment is laid out in a pasture of vast to be taken possession of Keeping forever, within immediate grasp Too tangible to breach
While “the more, the better” is what is the vehicle driving us to this jaded result
We never stop striving for the bigger next better. So long as this goes on, comfort and contentment get lost in the past, as years blow away the life of ease when and where we would have wanted for nothing