Wanting, needing, always grasping from within, trying to
get our heart's desires.
Closely holding hopes of fulfillment, secretly waiting
for attainment of them through daily living, friends,
and family.
At ends of life we find that our wants and needs have
been artificially obtained.
In reality all's we've ever wanted was to be loved and
cared about for ourselves.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem