TBHC

If life was just material and all else was a lie, Then money, sex, fame, and power would truly satisfy, But I have not yet seen a rich man who did not want some more, The pursuit of celebrity is chosen by those most insecure, Small children under a night sky think they can catch the stars, Lovers want to unite but they can only push so far, We are cursed by an ache, an itch that must be scratched, But our arms aren't made to reach just quite where it's at, Restless, hungry vampires, who have both food and home, Surrounded by friends and family and yet we still feel all alone, This chrysalis world we call home is full of unfinished t