material things cannot
serve to hold me up
for very long
they fade
they disappear
they cease to exist
then what is left for me
in this consumer wealth
of a nation?
what will satisfy my thirsts?
i have no answer
and i wander in search
of the day that i can find
a well that can quench
my needs
until then, i walk without
aim, sustaining my head
above the pool of unserved
thirsts that i keep putting off.