Satisfaction is not a word in my dictionary,
I'm never truly fulfilled,
I always want more, more, more!

Pushing deeper and deeper trying to gain this feeling and losing each time.
Is that a good thing or is this an unhealthy relationship with things?

Working each day I put all my effort into everything,
but alas the smile it can sometimes bring to my face doesn't stay,
because I can always pinpoint things that unsatisfied me.

Then I go deeper within my mind to try to find an answer to make it better,
but it isn't always there at the tips of my fingers,

it seems sometimes my ship could be sinking,
but yet just yet I will find ways to make it float,
but alas again it doesn't bring satisfaction.

Maybe once I bleed every drop of blood in me I will feel it,
but I'm sure I would find a way to pinpoint how it was wasted.

Isn't that just a funny and irony little thing.
that I could give up everything yet I couldn't find a way to feel my need.

I'll just keep working,
until I bleed just what I need.
Satisfaction you will be seen when it's the death of me.