The world I see has nothing that I want.
It has the flavor of a one night stand.
Blow a kiss. Yet know this truth up front.
It will not last. It drifts away like sand.
The world I see has nothing that I want.
It is a meal that does not satisfy.
It is the toy under the Christmas tree
that outlives its promise. There is no supply
of beatitude this side of eternity.
The world I see has nothing that I want.