For all the gold in the world may be at my feet, why is it I am still unhappy?
For all the silver spoons I use to eat,
Why is it I am still unhappy?
For all the dresses I have to make every girl in my kingdom pretty,
Why is it that I long for more?
Maybe, I don't long for more but, I long for less, and less is in the disguise of more.
I write all my poems. If you would like to use my poems for any purpose, I ask you to ask my permission, or inform me that you will be using any of them.
That is the least you could do.
thank you.