An invisible, irresistible force.

An undeniable, unerasable draw.

Mighty as a black hole,

unavoidable as the rising sun.

An urge of no beginning,

a tail with no head.

The grasp of miasma,

borne of an innocent love.

The root of all evil,

the parent of all sins.

An unforgivable crime,

but the will to live.

Two sides of the same coin,

not of dark nor light.

Tempered on one end,

unleashed on the other.

The manifestation of one’s restraint,

the corruption of one’s will.

An eternal tug of war,

undetectable to the naked eye.

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A symptom of madness,

for those who watched.

A sign of unbearable pain,

to the poisoned one.

The spark of life,

if circumstances right;

the death of all,

should it be sated no more.

An impossible task,

a struggle unto eternity.

Mastery through time,

forged by failures.

One should not indulge,

nor should they comply.

Negotiate, if it were be,

or ruin lays ahead.

Where, then, will the line be drawn?

How can one determine so?

A question from even forefathers,

yet remained unanswered.

Dulling it, men have tried.

Ignoring it, women were encouraged.

Spoiled, if it were a child.

A lunatic, should one foot be in the grave.

A beast of bottomless hunger,

or a puppy to be entertained.

The cessation of all joy,

the advent of delight.

A road, neverending.

A path, often winding.

A journey initiated alone,

but one needn’t be unaccompanied.

A travel defined by destination,

but one with roses to admire.

Should one look, should one sniff,

they shall find gold in the petals.

A desert for the thirsty, a lake to the quenched.

A pull, to the ignorant, a push, for the content.

A course, it neither determines nor deny,

for it is the North Star that guides.