The thin line between want and need,
Wavers at the brink of greed.
Horde until you’re no longer empty.
Buy enough to keep yourself busy.
Little bit of that,
Some more of this.
Anything you set your sights on,
You wouldn’t dare miss.
Those nature lovers never understood your plot.
Who said happiness cannot be bought?
© Abirami
THE OBSESSIVE WRITER 