Want some more.

More!
How much more?
Lots more.

When the want for more is still very, very less.
Have more, and that soon becomes a bore.
Then still some more.

Less!
How much less?
Very less.

When wanting less is just another wanting more of less.
Have less, and that soon becomes a crying stress.
That’s such a mess.

Want more?
Want less?
The same question more or less.

More or less?
Want or averse?
In the crowd but still lost and alone.

Who want?
Why want?
Really, sure?

Want?
Amazing!
I pray, I want to wake up.

The games “I” play.

Silly!!
I am rare, you are common.
I am a wonder, you are an average.
I am the walk, you are the follow.

Truly!!
Why do you have to be wrong, for me to look right?
Why do you have to falter, for me to appear successful?
Why do you have to be sad, for me to feel happy?

Really!!
Can’t sit with me, so I stand with you.
Can’t practice on me, so I preach on you.
Can’t face the imperfect me, so I abuse you.

Actually!!
The need is self, nothing else.
Attention in self, and nowhere else.
Love my self, to truly love everyone else.