Buddha

I get so very tired of the way
That every time I get what I desire
It brings more cares. It makes me want to say
That I have everything I could require
And so I'm done. But no, it won't be so.
I'm not so lucky, or quite that well trained.
I have desires, and can't let them go
Nor am I sure that they could be restrained.
I want, I yearn, and so I set this up:
I will attain, and so be disappointed.
There may be half the water in my cup,
But how to say it? I feel quite disjointed.
It would be easy if I did not want
But wishes well in me as from a font.