More, more, more
Is the motto of our lives.
An undisputed truth,
That we follow willingly without fail
For we know better
Than to question it.
It runs in our lives,
It makes the world go round.
Too much is never enough,
And satisfaction only gets us halfway.
We don't ever care
Where it all comes from,
As long as it keeps running
Till we decide to turn off the tap.
It's either this
Or let the world trample us
So we watch ourselves and burn everything else
Before the things that we hunger for
Start to consume us.
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Split Sides
PoetryPoetry, prose, and more from the fountain of thought. Cover made by the wonderful @-fedorable. Best Rankings: #3 Essay #3 Monologue #4 Draft #1 Poetry
