I Wrote A Poem

[kerravonsen]

Empty Vessels

It screams at us "Go out and buy"
Until our goods will reach the sky
We never even wonder why
Or where our money went;
The song of discontent.

It swears ambition is the best
And only competition's blessed
And you must rise above the rest
Spend all in your ascent;
The song of discontent.

Relaxation's always lazy
Satisfaction must be crazy
We must never take it easy
For rest is time misspent;
The song of discontent.

It looks at a half-empty glass
Says over there is greener grass
Insists our gold is only brass
And we must now lament;
The song of discontent.

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(Because I am sick of feeling defensive about my lack of ambition.)

Comments

[dreamflower]

A wonderful poem, it hits the mark square on the bull's eye. It's hard in today's society to be contented.

So much of what we think we want is manipulated onto us by people who make an art of manipulating.

I wish people would make a habit of asking themselves: "Do I really want that or does someone else want me to want it?" and the companion question: "Why do they want me to want it?" Because usually the answer to the latter question is "money" or "power" or both.

But real contentment comes from knowing what's in your heart is secure, no matter what is going on in the material world. Something you clearly do know, and good for you.

[kerravonsen]

A wonderful poem, it hits the mark square on the bull's eye. It's hard in today's society to be contented.

Thank you.

So much of what we think we want is manipulated onto us by people who make an art of manipulating.

(nods) It struck me years ago that the sole purpose of advertising is to make us discontent, and yet people don't give it a second thought.

But real contentment comes from knowing what's in your heart is secure, no matter what is going on in the material world. Something you clearly do know, and good for you.

*hugs*