Self Cherished

I am an ocean of wanting
I am discontent

How dissatisfied I feel
with samsara’s gifts

Prison-barred burdens’
more like it!

Now, I have the instructions
for escape

Yet I cling, I grasp
at less than straws

Mere suffering ensnares
it claws

I should let go, I think
I know

And still,
I let my desire grow