Embers

We only want the things we can't acquire
Until we get them.  For when we achieve
Those things, their importance fades like dead fire

We spend our lives in search of something higher
Something to ponder, someone to believe.
We only want the things we can't acquire

There are some concepts that our minds conceive.
When we can't find them, we move on, bereaved.
Those things, their importance fades like dead fire.

Our souls sink deep into the muck and mire
As do those of the people we deceive.
We only want those things we can't acquire.

In our pursuit, it seems we never tire
And though it pains to watch a true love leave,
Those things, their importance fades like dead fire.

A tragic hymn by some forgotten choir.
Lost chances are the things for which to grieve.
We only want those things we can't acquire.
Those things, their importance fades like dead fire.