That feeling that pulls you, the feels right and that strong feeling of rush, that taste of sweet and thrill of chase were you feel you’re almost in control
The next is the fleeting high, we wanted to chase joy without recognizing as time slips fast, where moments fly as you bend to their will and excitement
Yet soon we feel the uncomfortable feeling like we’re aching, leaves us that hollow place within still a want that grew with a promise of joy that won’t last long
Pleasures beckon like a silent song, that garden lime of light where temptations bloom so high with vibrant petals of praise…