Fleeting Obsessions

We're so keen, so obsessed, We're tired, so fed up. Disgusted, disappointed, and anguished, Yet we proceed, we go on. Afraid of giving up, Bound by chains, Chains of our loves and faith and desires, In a cage of our own feelings. Our minds can wander far, Yet remain imprisoned within ourselves. We don't seek relief, We just tell ourselves: go on, go on. Until our hearts cease to beat, At the moment of death, we understand, All that striving was for nothing, For desires so uncertain, so fleeting, so useless.