Addicted
I’m an addict –
I freely admit.
I simply can’t quit.
My addictions are many;
Too numerous to relate.
I’m completely resolved to my fate.
For an addict has no choice
But to give in and partake.
No will is great enough
To overcome the call
That comes straight from the soul.
My whole being is tied in
And there’s no escaping.
I’m hooked on breathing, seeing and thinking
Eating, drinking and love,
And that’s just the start of it.
There’s no escape
From the compulsive
Need for a fix.
The universe demands
And my body is weak.
A tumble drier of addictions go into the mix.
Perhaps tomorrow I will be strong enough
To cast them all aside.
I’ve tried weaning myself off
With a puff and a blink
But it triggers
Tsunamis of wonder in my head;
The universe is simply too good to ignore.
It overwhelms me
And I give in.
I think I’m addicted for life.
Opher 10.1.2017
Addicted
Can one become addicted to the beauty of the universe? To love, friendship and communication? Can one crave to understand so strongly that it becomes a compulsion?
Is it better to go through life oblivious to the wonders around, with no desire to explore, investigate and understand? Is it better to go through life selfishly indulging in sensory pleasure without a thought for nature or other people? Could it be preferable to have no desire to read or think? Would life be better if there was no yearning to create?
Maybe it is? Maybe it is better not to feel too strongly? It is painful feeling the hurt that surrounds one. It is hard seeing the damage, cruelty and agonies inflicted without responding. It is stressful feeling the need to create.
But even though it may be painful it is better to feel than be numb. I am addicted to the wonders of this universe, to nature, creativity and life. It’s a set of addictions I never want to give up.