Lost in greed

I've become bitter, always hungry for more.

I've become what I thought I'd hate.

I thought I could escape this fate.

I guess I thought wrong.

I'm riding a bike with no wheels,

Content with going nowhere.

I've lost a spring in my step, a rhythm to make me smile.

I know I need to change, but old habits stick firm.

I'm walking on thin ice,

Walking on this tightrope made of hate.

I always seem to fall when I don't want to,

But seem to keep my balance when I don't need to.

I need to lose this confounded hunger for greed.

Then only will I ever be happy.