Power

Power is sweet Like the taste of honey Power is fascinating Like the sight of a beautiful woman. It rise, gently, it overpowers With slow but deadly intent It makes you drunk, Like a drunkard Then you lose your will and become powerless. Power vanishes Like air in an empty container, It has wing to fly Like a visiting dove. It comes to you You fall in love with it, You scramble for more And gather it like sand Yet it returns to where it comes from, It becomes vanity.