I chase it blindly
constantly searching for what I think I desire
Craving what I am not yet ready for
Yearning for things I am not equipped to handle
The emptiness is beginning to make itself known
Laws of diminishing returns prove themselves true
What once brought even momentary satisfaction
Is but a faint memory
A quiet echo of a moment long past
Yet I keep looking in the same places
For more of what doesn’t fill the void
Lesson repetition fails to penetrate the surface
How many times will it take
To realize I’m looking in the wrong places
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