If man had all and wanted none
Would the world know peace
Or "yawn" on bordom
Is war, peace and perfect
All not made of the same concept
Of falseness in it pure form, as absolute
Can their meaning in deed ever exist
Or will "dull "(ness) be the end result
Watching paint dry
For in war alliance are formed
And in peace compromises are reached
On strategy or desire, interchanging
Which always tips the balance of scale
To one party's favour over the other in equilibrum
As nature sees fit, like t' mount of grain on breeze
Is our infinite "race " thirst for satisfaction
Then not the only aspect of our lives
That can be considered perfect
In infinite state of hunger and need
That it remains perpetual in perfect form
Forming our greatest strength
Is our greatest strength, of raw indulgence
Not married to our greatest weakness
The very definition of being human
Yet life is not as simple as that
As we are, again gifted with mystery
And beyond what rational can justify
Our selfishness made to crave companion
Of recognition which in it self
Staying in perfect perpetual form of need
To belong , love, hate, religion, jealousy
Feeding back into satisfaction
Like in run race around circles nonstop
I did not set out to make sense of the world
I am too simple for that but only to prove its chaos
Each feeding into the other, in constant
In a perpetual need of continuation
To help define us as human
Perfect in human form of continues need
Being at war in peace
Being at peace in war
If man had all and wanted known
