Life is all about things, things we couldn’t be
Things we couldn’t buy; or things we couldn’t achieve
We are surrounded by so many; and still many will be
We buy, we store, we get, yet remain pending; so be!
No matter how much we spend; the desire still increase,
The glass windows calls us, to see and to go through
We resist, we try, we move too; but end up in shopping spree
Got an offer on one; the other one is a good buy
Cards are swiped; bags are filled, and thrown on the back seat
We drive back with a smile; with the victory we receive
Days pass, piles grow; the search is still on
The small happiness, we thought we bought
Is just an overload again!
The pursuit of happiness goes on and on;
Shiny, vibrant, colourful possessions are just little things
The things we thought could make us big; are small with the arrival of new
Will try bigger next time we think; and feel small having just few!
Endless rounds to shiny big markets, we fool ourselves running around
We buy things to wear them to buy; and showcase
With every new season, there is a new collection; it looks perfect
And better each day!
We shine with glory and admire self; how smart we have become!
Classy, elegant or in style; notice some people to envy
It is a pity that they will fall in the trap; we are already in
Collecting things to be happy rather than pursuing happiness within!