we have too much

we have too much.

too much food,

too many shirts

and shoes.

we have too much free

time,

too many books to read,

too many

things to do that mean

nothing.

there is too much money,

too many rooms,

too many forks and knives,

silver spoons.

too many ex wives,

there is no struggle

anymore to survive, it's

more about what now?

what was the point

of all this.

did we swallow whole

a brilliant lie?