This poem is a manifestation of what we crave for and what way we are lead by that demonic cosmic power.
Why are we doing what we do ?
Why do we want what we want ?
Why are we the way we are ?
Why are we all the same yet not the same ?
The devil was sick, the Devil a saint would be; the Devil was well, the devil a saint was he!
you are in endless pursuit of lovelike a tender breeze I move you sidewaysI move you like I move a breezeand you think you are fine in moving with such an ease.you are in endless pursuit of faithlike a storm I let you impose yourselfI move you like a disillusioned goattill you arrive at your demise’s date.you are in endless pursuit of joylike a frantic hedonist I let you search for itI move you till you are a repulsive belcherto make you realize that for this world you are not fit.you are in endless pursuit of knowledgelike an opioid addict I let you moveI move you till you kill your desireto fill your ignorance’s groove.you are in endless pursuit of materiallike a gleaner I let you moveI move you till you lose yourselfand to parlay yourself is the last option you have to choose.you are in endless pursuit of melike a curious child I let you moveI move you till you reach meand I move you beyond.