A Frenzied World

We have multiplied our possessions

But condensed our morals

We talk too much and hate too often 

We have produced a frenzied world

Where enough will never be enough

We are dismayed with the chase of material wealth

While our restless souls are stifled 

In the parched wilderness of spiritual withdrawal

When will we ever learn that possessions

have destroyed the very essence of our hardened spirits

We are possessed with our possessions