Lust for the end

What is it that we want in life?
No one is ever for sure to say, I know

Those who say they do know,
Speak nothing but a white lie on the floor

With every day, our wants change
With each passing minute,our desires get re-shuffled

We put the blame of this fluctuations on time & phases
But ignore the fact, that it comes from our own sphere

The stomach knows when to say No
Even the wind after sometime stops and slows

But the human lust of craving for more
Neither fades nor does it slow

In the name of comforts, we seek unlimited materiality
In the name of hardwork, we feel we own the ring

But does it always give us a sound sleep?
Rarely one will be for sure to not say no

The pace at which we are heading
Surely something is about to blow

With the ever increasing lust for more
May not even leave our trail behind
For others to explore



-SR.