Will I ever be happy?
I want, I wish, I should, I could.
Was I ever happy?
I wanted, I wished, I should’ve, I could’ve.
Am I happy?
I don’t have this, that, or the other.
Always more and never content,
as if achieving voids what was once strong intent.
I could lust one thing, and once I have it, I lust another,
What I was once desired, becomes expired,
then re-inspired to re-acquire, I do become until I tire.
It seems not right to live like this,
A constant need, no rest or peace,
I wish to stop just for one day,
No need to want or change my ways.
~~22/01/2015~~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem