What does desire do to you,
When you have been walking for eternity,
And the weary soul takes over;
Seizes a moment
Of indulgence, lust, and lunacy,
Enigmatic as they ever seem?
Do you see that as an opportunity?
Where does desire take you?
What is the place called,
One you have fixated as your destination,
When you are no more walking, striving to make the upcoming
A tiny bit different from all
That has been?
What do you see when you hold the mirror,
Broken into molded choices, second chances, and lost hopes,
And look into those sad eyes, the pupils dilated?
Is that what desire did to you?