In the heart of man’s endless chase,
Lies a thirst that no river can quell,
A hunger that devours in haste,
A tale of desire that none can tell.

With eyes that glimmer in the dark,
The shadow of greed takes its flight,
Leaving behind a broken mark,
In the silence of the night.

A whisper of wealth, a call of gold,
Temptations that pull the soul astray,
Promises of warmth in times of cold,
Yet the heart remains in dismay.

In pursuit of more, we lose our way,
Forgetting the riches of the heart,
For in the end, what we betray,
Is the love we tear apart.