rage against the cycle
Here in the endless mystery of the day There is a night A dark night of the soul A cave of wonders none wish to behold Out of fear of their truth To self Others are outside of our Grasping at straws to Control the fire of the Rage against the cycle of Addiction to the feeling of Life & light & spice of life How do we know & when can I sqy no to this grasping Self, these desires that entrap with promise to escape Yet deeper the trench & More profound the grave & Darker the cave if I choose to remain trapped by it, in it, it can be & I can be elsewhere, free.