Desire

maybe Epicurus might'a been furious if he'd lost all of his desire combed the ground, to look around for lost wants to quench his ire where'd he drop his taste for food and pour out his tongue for wine no lyre to pluck his ire for good no nimble lover to limbly entwine no want for jaunt to walkabout sea or hope to climb pinnacled knowledge the soul enslaved to desireable plea too hard released from its bondage just might want philosophy to be freeing of fears brings tranquility no purpose repurposed for plan B afterlife ever after an impossibility yet, today is right here, right now and we all can provision it wisely accept what joy providence will allow see, as he, an Epicurean view blithely © Goode Guy 2011-12-05 http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epicurus http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Epicureanism