That Intense Moment Poem by Samuel wiles

That intense moment.
This is what most of us want.
It is what all of us imagine.
Just to be able,
For one second.
See what we truly are,
Although it is something,
not all of us, can control.
Some want to read minds,
Others want to be desireable.
But, I think, we all just want to be connected to something.
Want to, simply, enjoy what we have.
Altough it is not that simple.
We want what we can‘t have,
And we hate what we have.
It all goes around in circles,
But there are people who go beyond circles.
Those who live in triangles, are people with imagination.
Capable of creating everything with a single thought.
Yet, we choose to destroy everything, everyone.
Give a person a remote control to life
And it will not create,
But destroy.
If we only could, we would.
To create is something we want to do.
But yet there is always destruction that follows,
Our own little reaper sitting at our doorstep.
Give us a chair and we will connect it to electricity.
Give us a piece of metal an we will make a knife.
Give us food, and we will poison it.
Nothing will satisfy us,
Except other lives.
This is Samuel and I will see you in hell.