The Chase

The Chase 

There lingers this intense, insatiable desire

I am drawn to a fountain to quench my parched earth

Here, where given birth, felt the ultimate high: a hyper fixation

It gnaws at me to return to that effervescent fountain where I luxuriated

I was designed to pursue you as every fiber of my being aggressed

I tasted and saw that you are better than good, sweeter than honey

I am no good when not addicted to love, to worship, to life 

Yet, once predestined to live eternally, an obstacle reared its ugly head

I am wretched, no good for another efflux resides in me

Who shall deliver me from its baleful presence, a body of death?

My predilection for addiction pursued even when I attempted to turn away 

Constantly longing to dwell on one good thing, vain in the hope of finding 

Like all that was delivered, still, hopefully, waiting to be delivered 

Only to find that I'm not alone on this path driven by who I am

In me, this wretched man trapped helplessly in a barren land

Here in this broken temple, there dwells no good thing at hand

To flee from your presence is a vain and futile demand

Where hell and the grave listen willingly to your command

Innate cravings can only be satisfied by returning to my Center 

My truth now revealed, vulnerable to it, I humbly lay at One's Feet