I want nothing and you'll never see
the very little it takes to drive me
to the brink of a stroke, it's where you live,
when I'm all full, and there's nowhere to give.
It's why my feet continue to move,
even when there's nothing to prove,
and you're reaching ahead for whatever may come
and I'm only happy when I'm down & dumb.
There's so much out there I should need,
yet only certain hungers I ever feed,
no matter how hard you're clawing away,
I'm left here waiting for the end of the day.
So just be happy with what you've got,
and don't worry until you hear the shot,
because I promise not to make such a big mess
when my desire can finally reach for no less.
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