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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