Living a life free from desire
So easily said but painfully done.
Of urges that bind one to the mire
Of chasing dreams cast upon screens
Casting their sickly glow over life.
Illusion at the helm of this vessel
Tossing over seas on this level
Reigning in that which we wish to prosper
While fighting to keep our intention pure.
Grounded within by discipline.
Only the strong remain steadfast.
Seeking to create new from the past.
An image in mind, blossoming kind,
Held by the spectre of invisible hands
Creating scarcity, incessant demands
Over time, space and thought.
While those wiser sit uncaught
Yet held by their own demons.
The bindings unsimilar but bear the same name.