We have grown to believe,
we have grown up to give,
we have grown up to receive,
we have grown to be lucky occasionally,
we have grown to need,
we have grown to want,
and we have grown to believe,
and we wish for so many things,
so many things that we will not necessarily receive,
for we are far too often greedy,
and far too often we do not have enough,
but desire is always there,
and if we have, we do not always share,
and if we have more than others we do not always care,
but we always care for what we receive,
and we may wish, and we may beg,
and we may plead for such desires,
but when we work so hard to achieve them,
the time working to acquire what we want,
it seems so disproportionate,
for the amount of effort that we have to put in to receive,
and in life, so often we are never fulfilled,
and chance favours the few,
and what good does always wanting do?
For it pains the heart, with its jealous arts,
and we far too often are denied,
what we want to achieve,
despite all the work that we do.
