Wanting

I am All Dressed up
Ready to Go
This Stranger Walks up to Me
and Quietly Whispers:
Slow Down, Let it Go
Don't you know
We all are going to Die Someday
Achievers and Failures
We all Die.
He follows Me everywhere
At the Mall pick an Expensive Thing
And he Smiles and Shakes his Head
He is at Every Corner
Laughing at You and Me
I want to give him a Break
I want to tell Him That
I Get It.
I will be Satisfied
I will Not Want More