Covet
Covet
The impulse that catches the globe
Runs straight to head above
Synthesizing some meaning prime.
Prime element of thine
Is categorized crime
Once it crosses a line.
The line which demarks
The safe boundaries
Under which nothing covets.
Covet is the seed of want
Which knows not its limit
Blinding the one who submits.
Submitted soul knows nil
What it's doing under the spell
That never satisfies but snowball.
Snowball every time, it sees
Something so bebelicious
That fails to unload from his eyes.
Eyes get fixed to the covet
And feet race to grab it
Not realizing where it escorts.
It escorts to pit so wide
Yet go unnoticed all the time
Because focus froze at source.
The source is so clear
But the background is a blur
Causing me to fall in the pit, afar.