Zebras in the stables.
Everything has a price.
Not that everything is cheap,
Nor is it always available.
You should seek them out.

No, wants aren't always wants,
Even though we want it all.
Ending our search for them.
Denying our limitations.
Saddened when we're without.

And then we come to a revelation.

Pastures abound and green.
Our seach proving successful.
There is happiness here.
All is well.
Treasures to whom may cherish them.
Once again we search anew.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Sarapin, in the year 354 AF.