The Table of Existence

I harbor a desire
I solicit the soul of yesteryears
I bend over the glory of the past
I instill inside me a sense of survival
I seek to fulfill my luxurious wants
I crib under the pressure of success
I look straight into the ray of joy
I want yet my expression is sparse
I am what I live for, yet I live for nothing
I bring nothing to the table of existence
I exist to survive, yet failure guides my steps
Somewhere in the midst of this journey, I am warned
Some place else I lie in order to get to the truth
I bring nothing to the table of existence
I bring nothing, you seek nothing
I bring myself, yet myself no longer exists.