What does it take to take you down?
Where is it that you go out of town?
What is it that drives you mad
You'd rather slug it out in the mud
What is so enticing about that one thing
Is that a seductive curve or silk clad
Pleasure so good
You'd forget what is good
Or is it passion that lasts
That grows into an Atlas
The dream you can't die for
Only because you are going to live it
Flesh and bone?
Or is it the mind that moanes?
If not rum or lust
I'll show you a fire going rust
What is it, oh what is it
You'd lose your soul to have
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An illusion perhaps,
When your wakefulness pauses?
Some sought after delusion
An alternative existence has its uses
Maybe an ambition bold
After all we have been well told
Born into the world
Going after the gold?
You've grown too old for that I see
Been there, not very sweet
Indeed old you seem
But the quest you haven't yet quit
Have you slowed down yet?
Ready for the truth that bites?
"Damn the flood,
I've come to end it all"
Peace and tranquillity,
Transcendence is the way to be
Oh I see, you are smart
Shooting for the moon you fine art!
Ahaa, enough of this the Buddha has already had
Wanting not to want is just as bad!