Desire

I want the THING. I need the THING.
The THING is what I need.
And anything that’s not the THING
Is frivolous indeed!

Marvelous THING! Of THING I sing!
The THING is on my brain!
And all I do is think think think
How THING I can attain.

Without the THING, my world is dark,
The gods are cold and cruel.
My glass two halves are empty now,
But THING can bring renewal!

The days drag on, my hope is gone
As winter turns to spring.
But then one morning, without warning
My God, I got a THING!

A THING! A THING! A THING! A THING!
And not just any mini-THING
A THING that’s unlike anyTHING
And everyTHING before!

With THING in hand, I walk the land
with THING on full display
The Gods be good; my glass be full...
...for at least a couple days.

But something subtle starts to shift -
My glass has sprung a leak.
From bliss to glee to merely pleased
My joy has passed its peak.

Before I know it I’ve outgrown it -
The THING’s no longer new.
But hearts are resilient, I now seek fulfillment
in someTHING called THING2!

THING2! THING2! None else will do!
THING2 is what I need!
And once I finally get THING2
My joy is guaranteed!*
*until, of course, THING-third or fourth,
which rightly supercede

And what about you? What's your THING2?
the THING** that will make you whole?
**Perhaps money or fame or success will do?
The right kind of friends for the right kind of crew?
The right kind of body embodied by you?

When you find it, do tell! I’ll get one as well!
And my glass will forever be full!