a 25 y.o: when smoking with god

I went outside
pursuing content
I flew high
to be superior
I crossed path
to be known
I sought happiness
to run out money

I bought happiness
now I’m in debt
to be enough
ain’t never enough

I do something else
feel I content for mere seconds
I do another else
hoping it stay longer, like forever

seeming like something missing
from a soul, it keeps craving
this soul keeps craving

“What will make it stop?”
-me, asking God