Has it ever occurred to you that we spend our life chasing and wishing, never content?
We chase others,
brothers,
and lovers under covers
but never stop--not once--
to be present in the moment.
To enjoy our happiness,
our sadness,
Yet, we allow ourselves to be swept away the madness and flow of life.


For one second, I wish to be content.
To not want more.
More money to spend,
more consumption,
more ******* friends.
But here I am, wishing and wanting, wasting energy, I’m sure.
After all, I’m an American. All we know is to chase more.
“More coffee, please?”
It’s a sad and addictive, but satisfying disease.