A Tale of Yearning
Unique and irreplaceable as the moon,
Different from all others in this world,
This is known.
Never to be forgotten or overlooked,
Never tossed aside and discarded,
And never ceasing to serve a purpose.
But of whom do I speak?
Is it you?
Is it me?
Is it some force to which my eyes have no ability to see?
A gift, a prize, a power that benefits many others,
Yet, may only prove to kill.
Who exactly is the light, and who is the prey?
Or are we both one in the same?
Seeking out that which we so covet,
Never caring that it could, in fact, be the demise of us all.
How can we justify such a craving,
While spouting such things as need or influence?
Do we stand any chance?
Can we ever find the strength within ourselves to turn from this seductive calling?
Perhaps we cannot. Conceivably we are doomed,
Because we cannot see a life without such things.
Maybe, just maybe, we are forever cursed to live a life
Of unquenchable Yearning.