Seldom does the heart find comfort in its desire,
We desire what we have not got - always,
An item, an object, anything to simply admire,
And that is how we continue to count out our days:
The lucky might even reach their goal - yet they will continue to pursue, to find other ways.
From the cradle to the grave - we prolong our strife;
We continue to pursue our quest, our desires,
Money, fame, respect. All of us in this modest race they call life: