The Great Mistake

The truth: that while I lead my life,
My mind is filled with sorrow;
Surrounded by the things I’ve earned,
But laid bare to tomorrow

A victim of the great mistake
Which binds me like a fetter:
That when a thing seems truly good
Then more is surely better

And so, awash in plush excess
I must now journey lightly –
And live life simply, daily, so
I might find
Some peace
Nightly

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