Of all the things we posses,
Why do we crave much more,
It’s not enough to be happy,
Always trying to open a new door,

Where is the satisfaction that we desire,
What is the secret to make it last,
Quickly it fades away,
A memory from the past,

Even giving up our own,
It’s the temptation that drives us mad,
Contentment seems so far,
It’s enough to make us sad,

We search and search so long,
But in our hearts remain,
It’s like and endless tale,
We rather search than go insane.