Why do we crave so many things
though they leave us unsatisfied
and send us out again for ephemeral
seconds of vanishing gratification?
Is it an absence of essential qualities
that makes us feel unfinished?
Do we indeed believe that more is better,
restlessly chasing for the shiniest of all?
We seem to be obsessed with filling
all the empty spaces in our house of life
barely a place left for ourselves
to comfortably lounge and contemplate
find the missing elements
to be found
and not without