What I want, I need; What I need, I want.
Only 2 hours deep, yet I’m hungry for more.
No appropriate path to pick, but pile catalyst atop catalyst-
Impulse upon Compulsion and onto Addiction.
My juxtaposition is fleeting-
the pros outweigh every con.
Prick each finger with a thorn just to watch them bleed;
Collect the dust of Chance, and scatter it like seeds.
Crawl amidst the anger, the deceit and the fear.
Then push it deep into the Earth.
I watch as it grows- taller, fuller better than before.
The shift might be slight, but it’s tough to ignore.
You say I may have peaked; I can’t be so sure.
Without tomorrow…
latent symptoms remain undercover;
And NO! I don’t think it’s a joke,
nor am I trying to be clever.
Dependence comes cloaked heavily,
shrouded with shadow.
But He dances with me- side-by-side.
Imaginary foe or not- with me, He’s rarely snide.
Rather I’m soothed by his antics, however odd or inane.
Crazy for the Hysteria, madder than I’ve even been-
I’ll give you up someday; I just can’t think of when.
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