Should I not want white teeth?
I think, as I look at my yellows in the mirror
Should I not cut my nails short and prim when they are long?
Should I not want my mother’s dead brother
Back from the dead?
She loved him
I should too
We call him that
Not my uncle
Because that’s what she calls him
Should I not crave power?
Over others, the right to dominate and consume
Should I not support the autocrats, in jealousy and nothing but?
Should I wish for eternal life?
The truth is I don’t care much for any of these things
And I’m still unhappy
So if people say living ascetically grants happiness
Well, it can still be complicated, I’m sorry to break it to you
But do try anyway
It works for some time
And until it doesn’t
Maybe you, too, will preach of simplicity
In all good intent
Or is it that I still have my faults? Even with so much clean
And that there is a long way to go?
A drug addiction, front and foremost
The ultimate craving for cravings
I’ll settle for less
And less and less
Until I have none
And then I will have all