Is it bad to dream big,
as big as we can ever imagine?
Or is it a cliche to wish at the stars,
hoping for the best to start?
I have seen worse, lived it
learned from it, still learning.
But one thing stay true
that is; we will always want more,
that we are all designed gluttons.
But what if, just what if, more is
never enough?
when being rich is not rich enough.
then it begs the question, how
do we know when full is full?
when wanting more is overrated.
No human is an island of knowledge
they say, for wisdom comes
from past mistakes,
so how do we know where to set our
boundaries and limits if we
never cross a few?
The beautiful ones are not yet born
'cos the ugly ones refuse to die,
it is as simple as life and as complicated
as life itself.
This is no poem nor speech, it is
an inward look into our mindsets.
We will always crave for more,
Wanting more lead to Lucifer's damnation,
and man fell because of Eve's inquisition.
Curiosity they say kills the cat and
knowledge of it brought it back to life,
so, is wanting more really that bad?
wanting to know more,
to see more, say more,
to do more, have more,
to taste more and to live more.
If the sky is our limit,
then is it wrong to want bigger wings?
it is until we die that we complete our stories,
an ending to our prose,
a punchline to our poem,
an epilogue of our existence,
but until then,
our life has no title yet.
