Casualty, by Means of Credit

Enough, no
Contentment, so-so
Necessity the means for invention, somewhat
Improvement the means, a more likely culprit
Contentment depends upon enough, wisdom to rest and be satisfied
Desire for more is not easily satiated, as credit over-allows and payback then has your hands tied
Not only financial, if you consider
Instant communications email, Facebook, Twitter
Life lived electronically has benefit, yes
Yet limitless time spent online, welcome to communications credit
Somewhere in the equation, the reality got lost
That we actually have to work, not just instantly and always talk
While the hours in the day – and my physical need for rest – never changed
I’m now ever-available, the messages simply await my exchange
I can fill up my life with more and more, yes
Contentment, enough, would put a halt to this crazy good mess
But with all the fake-energy products available to me,
I can keep living the “improved life” limitlessly – or, really?
Uncontrolled desire for more may seem quite free
Until the bill comes, then I see
Me, the casualty.