In this world of endless wants and needs,

We consume and consume, our hunger never heeds.

We chase after things we do not require,

Ignoring the world around us, consumed by desire.

Our souls are empty, our hearts hollow,

As we buy and sell, the world we swallow.

Our identity reduced to what we own,

As we seek validation from what we've shown.

Our lives are measured by what we acquire,

The latest fashion, the newest desire.

We trade our freedom for material gain,

Consumed by the cycle, the eternal refrain.

But as we consume, we decay inside,

Our souls wither, our spirits denied.

Existential angst, our hearts start to bleed,

As we realize the cost of our insatiable greed.

We must break free from the chains we've made,

And seek a life beyond the consumerist charade.

For true fulfillment lies not in what we own,

But in the connections we make and the love we've shown.

So let us break free from the cycle of decay,

And find a life that's more than the things we display.

For in the end, it's not what we've consumed,

But how we've loved and memories bloomed.