The wanting mind, always present, always asking
for things, so many things.
Intricately entwined in our DNA, our genes,
part of survival, instinctual, incessant.
Comprehending it is relatively simple,
but hearing it, the ceaseless nagging of it,
wears away at any state of contentment.
That is it’s job, to keep asking and asking
for things it can and cannot have.
And ours to deny it, to soothe it like a troubled child
and to sometimes say “Yes,” this time, “yes.”