• Fractured by fantasy,
    Consumed by galore
    And you still want more.
    A never ending search
    For something you’re missing.
    An item you’ve lost,
    A trinket you found.
    Not the one you’re hunting
    You still look around.
    You add, you pile, you pack and you mound,
    And still you quest
    To fill the empty impression
    You feel inside and out.
    Where have you left it, this thing you have lost?
    You search and search,
    Knowing it’s somewhere about.
    You’re on its trail
    And you’re getting closer.
    You look up and into the mirror,
    And now you have to start all over.