Envious Wonder
Things I see are the things I write
A simple urge, the urge I fight
To become less fluent in temptation
The never-do-wells elimination
But the things a love I keep
Even though more ,and more is what I seek
I don't think wanting something is bad
But when envy flows through, leave you broken and sad
So what do I want from this life?
Not exit of sadness, depression, or strife
I have who and what I want, and that's all I need
Not wrong to want, but to envy, be consumed by greed
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I live, I look, I read, I smile, I laugh. It's funny how the simplicity of all of that can be confusing, but that's people for you.
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