Now and then, I crave to have more.
It may be for money, it may be for fun,
But the hunger transforms to boredom.
I’m programmed to always consume.
Stuck in the middle’s enough for most, yet
Now and then, I crave to have more.
There are many things to lust after,
Endless cycles of dreams to catch.
It may be for money, it may be for fun.
Illusions come as fast as they go.
The engine runs hot down the road,
But the hunger transforms to boredom.