Man is lost (1)

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My mama used to say
Boxes and pretty ribbons
The perfect description for relationships
Humans; our provisions in living breathing entities
Our exact needs in two legs
Drawn by the noise and the pretty ribbons
Man is drawn to the emptiest boxes
He denies he is lonely in the midst of them
Comforted by the jealousy in minds
Minds of those without seeing eyes
He denies he wouldn't trade all 900 fancy boxes
For the comfort of just 1 filled box
The box is beautiful
The ribbon is pretty
The dumb are jealous
The man is in denial
My mama is right
Man is lost

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