Greed

By Eleni-Maria Trianti

And then, I was on a boat, all alone,

In an ocean that seemed as if it was my own,

The paddle had drowned, along with my ambition.

What’s the worth of an agent without a mission?

As the time flew by,

The need to quench my thirst grew stronger on the inside.

So, I looked around,

And I thought “water’s nowhere to be found”.

I looked around again, twice and thrice.

I could drink the water, but, at what price?

So, I proceeded to drink,

Since I was unable to think.

But, the thirst inside me grew stronger and stronger.

Is this it? Is it over?

Why is it that I never succeed?

Could it be because of my greed?