On a perfect road

We're great fools,
We want things we don't have,
And when we have them,
We want more,
The thirst never ends;

It's a vicious cycle,
It starts with we wanting things we don't want,
Obviously ones we don't need,
And that list keeps growing,
While the disheartened heart grows fonder of the void,
And once in a bluemoon,
We find love,
One which stays,
Feels warm,
One which helps us grow,
One which simply smiles on our falacy,
And that leaves our perplexed;

Our ideas of love have become so twisted,
We expect people to help with a hidden agenda,
We expect it to be false,
We expect it to be dishonest,
We expect it to be bad,
And God forbid,
If it's even close to our perfect picture,
We run away from it,
Far far away,
Because when all the twisting happened,
We forgot, we forgot to love innocently,
We forgot to just stay,
We forgot our basic instincts,
And we ended up here,
Twisted as it is....Greys I call it