Like Moths
Moths do not appear too bright
When barreling into the light.
No matter if it’s bulb or flame,
Their gut reaction is the same.
We humans, though, don’t differ much.
We’re drawn to things we shouldn’t touch –
Like drugs or gambling, food or booze –
So many vices we can choose.
And then, like moths, ourselves we fling
In search of what we think will bring
Contentment or a sense of joy,
Forgetting that such things destroy.
An easy fix is rarely found
So soon we end up on the ground
Dejected, downcast and abashed
With wizened wings and hopes quite dashed.
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