Need is an illusion

That whispers endlessly in your ear

Until you are on the floor

A two year old throwing a tantrum

In the grocery store

In need of candy or toys or anything

Other than the abundance

Of joy and sorrow,

Pain and pleasure,

Work and leisure,

Wisdom and foolishness,

Life and death,

That inescapably surrounds you.

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