I walk around this expansive hell of expensive clu...

I walk around this expansive hell of expensive clutter with one lingering thought,

"Wake, work, spend, repeat.
You'll never be enough,
You'll never be enough,
You'll never be enough,
You'll never be enough,
You'll never be enough."

There is more to life. Aimlessly walking around this leviathan of a shop, which in itself takes a couple hours to cover without stopping, I realise the utter meaningless of this endless tirade of material bullshhhh, that's replaced every season with the new line of 'You'll never be enough' whatever.

Usually this experience is followed by a sad tube ride home.