every material thing
I want, what else is left
for me to desire? How can more
of the same inspire?

If I have
all my dreams come true
what shall I dream? When I go
to sleep I’ll be counting sheep.

If I have
the sunshine all day –
never a cloud to get in
my way all that warmth
would burn me. The ground would
crack. Vegetation would shrivel
and dry. Every living thing here
would die.

If I have
reached the top
where else is left for me
to go? I’d jump off
because I can’t stay put. Boredom
ensues when there is no news.

If I have
Heaven
here on earth
when I depart they’ll be
no rebirth. If I have found
my paradise inside this portal –
what’s the use of being immortal?