Wild Pursuits

The Psyche aye seeks an end to sling Its filaments wide across and all around , To ensnare it's weird, stray prey with a fling And there comes the ominous web, ill- bound To stay back and grab the first victim found ; From out of the depth of the benumbed torpor The creeping, coiling ,ruffling ,volatile thought , Ever entangled in plots beneath the stupor , Sneaks, to find it's clumsy, uneasy way out Seeking some flaw or fissure along the coffer . Despite the reach and the cold vicious win The prize fetches not the full upright feel ; No ransack nor test for the wrong or sin , As success above all ,reckons a good deal And the wildness belches over the raw meal ; The goal reached, only incites a new hover As the impulsive sensors grab at one and all ; While a little morsel, a small patch ,and cover Suffice, needless is the trade so selfishly tall That transacts the mode of contented survival. Death ,destruction and fall haunt fear greater ; Desire and greed dwell in selfish pleasure ; Thirst needs only a satiable gulp of water ; Pelf and riches, beyond being some treasure Cannot buy real relief or intent in any measure ; All wild pursuits, mere Quixotic , end in vain ; Glamour and virtual success go sans form , Brittle trophies and awesome ravages disdain ; One stands not even at where one began, forlorn As the very ground beneath the feet is torn .