Who Needs Love

Who needs love when you have yourself and the world is your oyster?
Little things fill the emptiness that you feel and refuse to address
Large things to mask the sadness that you have become, in the eyes of others
The narcotic of things that waylays the superficial ness of your life and being

Buy this, own that, drink this, shoot that, fill the veins of your emotions
With the narcotics of stuff, power, ego, position and pomp
You are untouchable when in the zone, under its influence
The master you serve will always come up short, leaving you wanting

The one with the most toys when they die wins nothing, just death
You are not exempt or immune, simply anesthetized to reality
Take comfort in that new BMW and the envy of your friends
What drunken power the adoration from others has over you

If it feels good do it, the hollowness, futility and pain in this statement
The frustrations that await you when life is lived on this basis
At heavens gate questions will be asked, answers expected
Your bank account or possessions will not hold sway or swagger


The importance of self pales in the brightness of truth