The power of the human want

They became what they idolised,

through the span of time and, relentless weight of passive want

every individual achieved the life they desired.

 

Those who coveted wealth, became the wealthy;

bloated by their own spoils

ignorantly reclined at the summit of a mound of human suffering

a product of their own greed and brutality.

 

Those who sought the arts, became the artists;

coldly hunched on the borders of society

with only their self sustaining isolation as comfort

toiling to understand a world that offers them only contempt in return.

 

Those who reached for power, became the powerful;

scrambling like starving rats for more than they had

until their hunger cripples them into the corporate shape,

and they become a mindless component of a heartless machine, rising and being spat out again.

 

Those who wanted good, became the good;

striving against the crushing weight of evil of their fellow man

their eyes soon opened to the futility of their efforts

then they lay, broken men, and allow death to flow over them.

 

Those who were fools, stayed fools;

ignorant of any want beyond what they already have

of the evil of wealth, pain of art, corruption of power, or pointlessness of good

drifting peacefully to their graves, unremembered.

And they, my friend, were the wisest of all.

 

Author's Note

This is my first draft, so it would be great to get some feed back and suggestions (like problems any other paragraphs I should have done, etc)
-Thanks