A loose pathogen of merciless sound
Overwhelming the spent senses
Teetering on the brink of compulsion
Indecision rears its heinous head
Of the two roads, one brings fulfillment
The other a highway to helpless imbalance
Grasping the mind, heart and soul
Squeezing the latter to a pulp in its grasp
Pleasure or spirit, Climax or direction
One cannot exist without the other
Yet each brings a promise of its own
Only one I wish to see to the end
Caught in an abyss of ceaseless yearnings
Yet kept alive by the promise of delight
No bright future exists in these places
Only contempt bred and wrought from within
Atop the mountain of sweet, blissful musings
The valley below a tamable beast
Tis here man can become genuine creature
Tis here man can know fullness of being
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