A Tale of Desire

Have you ever wondered,
That the things you see,
Are they actual things, indeed?

The lure of money, the whiff of fame,
Power's corruption are all to blame;
Crowns and Thrones, positions and titles,
Are all lost in defeated battles.

Comfort and luxury, softness' embrace,
They are all fleeting, a passing phase;
When the sun, the stars, the moon can shift,
Life's tumbling fortunes shall eternally exist.

Have you ever wondered,
That the things you see,
Are they actual things, indeed?

Why are people so fickle, I hear myself ask,
Forever ready in glory, to bask;
'The problem lies within', I hear a voice say,
'Hearken to me!', and heed I pay.

When the ego shall die asunder,
The jealousy burn and smoulder;
Ambition be replaced with good will,
And passion never be overkill.

Then shall we be at peace,
Bloodbaths and wars shall cease;
Humans will have dignity and love,
And we shall find our gift, a white dove.