The having of plenty
That you’ll never need
A hollow existence
Will grow from these seeds
Compulsion that fades
When the money is gone
A thrill for a moment
And then you move on
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
The having of plenty
That you’ll never need
A hollow existence
Will grow from these seeds
Compulsion that fades
When the money is gone
A thrill for a moment
And then you move on