What I don’t have today has me

Courses through and off my skin —

A junkie gone to get his fix.

But have I been born for this?

Questions: some

Like a worthy ball of wax

Deserved to be asked

Repeatedly, reflexively, reflecting

Uneasy truths —

Am I the consumer or

Am I being consumed?!

Fixed in a wheel that tries to sell me

With the silk spun thread that cries,

“You need me to feel alive.”

Just buy and feel, and feel and buy,

But really, I’m a fool stuck in the spool —

These silky possessions, they obsess me,

These silly obsessions, they possess me.

It’s true what the threads say,

What I don’t have today has me.

By and by, slowly stretched along,

Just a junkie and a fool

To buy the yarn that spins the rope

That ties me tightly to my whims —

Been broke but I can’t break the wheel

So I’ll steal the stake to split the spokes.

If …. I’m brave enough ….

Brave enough to break from conformity.

Content to say,

What I don’t have today

Has no control over me.