When it's out there, It's all I see, I am blinded by it's shine, When I own it, all will regard me, For I have a state to define. This urge inside tells of a necessity, "Must posses or perish!" My existence is a calamity, But I claim this path to cherish. A temporary bliss is what I seek, Deep down I know it won't last, And this sought that makes me bleak, Yet I don't want to be their outcast. "Me, Myself and I" is what I only know, And the care I take is for me alone, For this mortal being is all I got, And this possesive world is my only thought. I set in my mind, (That) it's the key to be free, A better person perhaps, A role model maybe. It serves my very existence to consume, "Must waste, not spare is the key to bloom", Little did I know that it's the way to gloom, For all I really am is a capitalist (world's) tool. I am living a momentary bliss.