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The Man Who Wanted Too Much
by Mark Sebring → (All Poetry by Mark Sebring)
Tuesday, October 9, 2018 Rated "G" by the Author.

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The Man Who Wanted Too Much Well, he went to work every morning. He was a prisoner of his fate. But he didn't really want to be there so he often went in late. He had once enjoyed what he was doing and his life was not such a chore, but then the idiots took over the world and nothing made sense anymore. So he just sat there in his cubicle day after day after day, and he felt that his life was wasted and he wished that he could get away. And he dreamed up ways of escaping but something always made him stay. He couldn't do what he wanted. He was the man who wanted too much. Yes, he was the man who wanted too much. He wanted to see, to feel, and to touch. And he could never be happy. He was the man who wanted too much. He wished he could've been a rock star. That's all he'd ever wanted to be. To travel the world making music. There were so many places to see. And he wanted his own flock of groupies who would follow him wherever he'd go and tell him that he was wonderful and be good to him after the show. But he had a wife and a family and he knew he had a job to do, and every other song reminded him that he had promised to be true . So he went to work every morning and every song that he wrote was blue. He couldn't be what he wanted. He was the man who wanted too much. Yes, he was the man who wanted too much. He wanted to see, to feel, and to touch. And he could never be happy. He was the man who wanted too much. No, he could never be happy. He was the man who wanted too much. He was married to a beautiful woman and he brought her flowers and such, and she was very happy to get them and she loved him very much. He had always been a man of passion and his heart was filled with desire, 🦋 and though she'd always really loved him she didn't always feel the fire. So he dreamed of finding someone who would love him like he loved her. Though he knew he could never betray her he sometimes wasn't so sure. He had always tried to do the right thing but his heart was never too pure. He couldn't have what he wanted. He was the man who wanted too much. Yes, he was the man who wanted too much. He wanted to see, to feel, and to touch. And he could never be happy. He was the man who wanted too much. No, he could never be happy. He was the man who wanted too much. No, he could never be happy. He was the man who wanted too much. Mark Sebring (2004) Are people unhappy because they cannot have what they want, or because they want what they cannot have?

Reviewed by Mark Sebring

Reviewed on November 30, 2019

I spend my life in a cubicle
surrounded by five foot pastel walls.
I sit in my chair and stare into a cathode ray tube.
My desk is cluttered with papers,
and a coffee cup that's never been washed.
I never do anything that I haven't done sometime before.
But I dream I'm up on a stage somewhere
with a spotlight on my hair.
Playing my piano. Singing my heart out.

Mark Sebring (from "Soliloquy", 2002)