When we were conceived with no ownership,
the adoration got was our concession,
no stresses, no apprehensions, no inconveniences, no complain.
In mother's arms we put our trust.
At the same time, as we developed, we looked and ached for,
also, very soon got to be oppressed.
The more we saw, the more we needed.
Our journey for more got to be unfaltering.
Our hunger for increasingly couldn't be extinguished.
The more we got a handle on, the more tightly we held.
We rushed and accumulated and assembled to accumulate,
belonging turned into our expert and ruler.
What's more, when we're old with our fortunes all stacked,
a pitiful case of what eagerness has procured.
Our clench hands still grasped in a getting a handle on movement,
till at our demise, when our hands are opened.