Sunday, December 07, 2014

Pie in the circle of Life

We know what’s sufficient,
For us to live at ease.
What we don’t realise is;
When is it enough?
Width of our needs,
Breadth of wants,
Depth of greed,
Buries our content.
In the circle of life,
On the diameter of desires,
We run across to edges;
Slipping to temptations, sometimes.
On thin lines of radius,
Through bored, blunt pencils,
Overwritten, the unrequited;
Is an expensive but required;
Urge to forego.

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