The American Hotel System - Satisfaction

I ask myself what I want from this life
As I leave for my job
I say goodbye to my wife

When I come home
There's a meal on the table
I won't eat alone
With my family that's stable

But why do I long
For all that's not mine?
The material and status
My heart so desires

My head's in a fog
From this clog in my mind
As I'm seeking satisfaction
Through means I'll never find

Written by:
Jacob Betts

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