Materialistic fall.

She was full of wants,
Lists of needs and buckets of desire
Limitedness of life her, haunt,
Forests of her heart, always on fire.

She, who kept here, running,
Stopped not, to witness the gentleness of rain
Her mind though might seem cunning,
Her soul alas, missing joy's very grain.

She just wanted things,
Screamed around she did, for a mere penny
Her existence lacked it's vibrant wings,
Her soul cried and craved for an epiphany.

Robotic, seemed her nature,
Her heart seemed to have plugs and wires
Programmed to run around for useless stature,
Happiness in her life, was extremely dire.

'She' is a little bit of you,
A little of me and of us all,
Failing to live life through,
Carelessly racing after the materialistic fall.