Wanting isn't having,
And getting isn't free;
Belonging's circumstantial,
Like knowing where to be --
The things we think that we deserve
Aren't owed to us, yet hence
We think we can create a dish
Wihout ingredients.
The's not the way the world works, child:
Not every nip's a tuck --
For much of what we think we earn
Is little more than luck,
Or blessedness, or happenstance.
In actuality,
We struggle disproportionate
To our
Morality
That’s Not The Way The World Works

