That's The Real Price Of Lust
What's this obsession,
I want more from this life,
It gives me depression,
Then fills me with strife.
We've a life of pleasure,
Our lives are for living,
I have found my life's treasure,
But I have this misgiving.
My wife is my rock,
There's my wonderful kids,
So I need to take stock,
Or my life hits the skids.
We've a beautiful home,
What more could I want,
If I decide to roam,
Will it come back to haunt?
I've a life of bliss,
It is full of love,
So what is it I miss,
Does it come from above?
I don't need money,
There are two fancy cars,
My life is sunny,
My head's in the stars.
I don't really know,
What it is that I seek,
But it's bringing me woe,
It is making me weak.
I love all I've got,
But my life is a chore,
So to stop the rot,
I've got to have more.
What is this feeling,
That's driving me on,
It's sending me reeling,
How I wish it were gone.
Just what is it I want,
What will I find,
Will it come back to haunt,
Or cure my mind?
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poem by Bri Mar
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