Materialism 1

Another day in the drudge,
Another moment of pondering,
About these materialistic urges,
The ephemeral sense of owning,
Everything inconsequential.

I am like a phoenix egg,
My possessions are resin,
They make me feel beautiful,
Like woodturning,
This egg will never hatch.

But folly is also a remedy,
For life with no goal,
Nothing out of the ordinary,
In synthetic dreams and faux obstacles,
The classic materialism spiral.

This moment of epiphany,
Churns myriad historical aches,
A glimpse through the entanglement,
The profound walls of superficial waste,
Protects the man of lacking heart.