Ecstasy
Ecstasy is evasive. It's like candy for the soul
Contriving it rarely works and
searching for its manifestation daily
teeters on an addiction of sorts
Americans are obsessed with feeling good
Seems like we missed something somewhere
yet, now I'm writing about it. I prefer living it
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