We fight over the control
of things that lie outside of it.
What is the point of having
what you can’t preserve?
How can you enjoy
what you can’t observe?
Blind to our own needs
we jump from what we want
to what we think that we deserve.

To look for more
we cannot cease,
and everything we touch
soon enough dies.
For our eyes are always fixed
on what we’d like it to be,
instead of what already is,
and ourselves we dress with lies.

We seek attachment
in broken ties,
we look for hope
in hopeless tries.