Obsession

Beyond our consciousness This vice really occurs Along our charted course It hinders our saneness Filling our space in mind Turning our eyes to blind It seems impossible But we keep believing Hoping, praying, waiting That we may be able To transform what we see Into reality It makes us always ill That no cure is present But our dream's attainment We shall suffer until Our desire or our greed Is satisfied or fed We know it seems evil And we keep doing it But if all the mores hit Our brain's single cell We'll find nothing is wrong With it, so just be strong