Need

The need to be a deeper me
is something I forget.
When all about in fun I go
with no thought of regret.

Enters trouble through unlocked door,
I always act surprised.
As though my right to bliss in life
is somehow guaranteed.

None of my warranties have expired,
and I’ve collected quite a few.
I’m taken back by little upsets
’til I trade the old me for new.

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