Excerpt from the Poem: MORE
Constant yearning for more,
trying to up the score.
Craving satisfaction just a game,
in materialism, in fame.
Stories all had the same ending-
a hole gouged, no hope of mending.
Nothing, no-thing can fill that hole,
even when you've achieved your goal.
It isn't enough, you keep on striving,
the brakes are shot but you keep driving.
With this inertia and speed,
you can't stop, you crash and bleed
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