I think sometimes
The unrelenting desire to succeed
Drive and ambition
So applauded in our society
Is caused by
Certain feelings of inner deficiency
A hope
That maybe
Once enough has been accomplished
That hole will be filled
By the fruit of our labor
Seeking meaning externally
When there is still
Work to be done internally
Six figure salaries
And nice cars
A beautiful home
But there’s no meaning
In empty items
Our desire to be seen
Is simply replaced
By another desire
To showcase all we own
As though things mean anything at all
And maybe
We can pretend
That success and riches
Are enough
But sooner or later
The veil is removed
Only for nothing to be underneath
Like a mirage in the desert
The image we saw
Was a trick of the mind
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