The Lottery of The Heart

I have already won; the lottery of the heart

My family, my wife, past lovers, friends, enemies,

All those movies of old, now so real.

Because they are.


So why do I continue to look for toys,



Will they love me better if I give them money?

Think more of me?


Or will they know already what is in my heart.

The soul quietly praying for me,

Even when I do bad, or speak evil of others.

Reminding me of what is really there.



So my lottery is just a game of desire

Fueled by greed and possessions

To create this magnanimous false self

Never satisfied, but seemingly unloved

A love only satisfied by money.



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