Why am i always comparing myself to the Jones?
Why do I visit their home and come back and wish for more than I have?
They have a million toys and gadgets that I can only lust for behind the glass.
I hear them complain about their cleaning staff
And I get to listen to myself.
I watch them dress to perfection
And I believe in my jeans and t-shirts.
Why do I listen him tell me one thing
And my mind and soul wish for something else.
They have they this and that...but yet so do I?
Why am I not enough?
Why am I not proud of what I am, who I am, and where I am?
Are we always lusting for more?
And when is enough truly enough?