You
yearned . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
You
yearned . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
so
.
m
u
c
h
.
more,
–
–
when
.
y
o
u
.
first
.
s
e
t
.
the
course,
.
.
f
o
r
.
.
those
.
distant
shores . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ for
those
.
distant
shores
.
o
f
.
regret
.
a
n
d
.
remorse . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
You
yearned . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
You
yearned . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
so
.
m
u
c
h
.
more,
–
–
back
when
.
y
o
u
.
stored
.
s
o
.
little
gratitude . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
what
treasures
.
y
o
u
.
held
.
i
n
.
the
days
.
o
f
.
before . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ back
when
.
y
o
u
.
knew
.
y
o
u
.
were
.
n
o
t
.
confused,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
felt
.
s
o
.
sure
.
y
o
u
.
might
find
.
t
h
e
.
fix . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ you
might
.
find
.
t
h
e
.
cure . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
somewhere
behind
.
s
o
m
e
.
secret
door . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
.
.
.
I
ponder
.
whether
.
y
o
u
.
will
yearn
.
y
e
t
.
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ will
.
y
o
u
.
yearn
.
y
e
t
.
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
when
someday . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
when
somehow . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
your
future
.
becomes
.
t
h
e
.
now . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ when
.
y
o
u
.
finally
discover
.
there
.
i
s
.
no
doubt . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
It
.
w
a
s
.
all
.
j
u
s
t
.
a
.
spinning
house
.
i
n
.
the
clouds . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
spinning
’round
.
a
n
d
.
’round . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
a
n
d
–
–
–
end
.
o
v
e
r
.
end . . .
–
–
–
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
.
up
.
a
n
d
.
down . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ it
.
w
a
s
.
a
.
spinning
house
.
i
n
.
the
clouds
.
o
f
.
doubt . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
ponder
.
whether
.
y
o
u
.
will
yearn
.
y
e
t
.
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
ponder
.
whether
.
y
o
u
.
will
yearn
.
y
e
t
.
more . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
when
.
y
o
u
.
someday
discern
.
within
.
t
h
e
.
whirling
blur . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
that
.
a
l
l
.
the
glimmer
.
y
o
u
.
were
searching
.
f
o
r
.
sparkles
upon
.
t
h
e
.
distant
shores . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ it
sparkles
.
upon
.
t
h
e
.
distant
shores,
.
.
o
f
.
.
the
.
d
a
y
s
.
that
.
c
a
m
e
.
before . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
causing
.
s
u
c
h
.
rush
.
o
f
.
regret
.
a
n
d
.
remorse,
–
–
that
.
y
o
u
.
madly
race
.
t
o
.
reverse
course,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
yearn
.
f
o
r
.
those
days . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
You
yearn
.
f
o
r
.
those
days . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
You
yearn
.
f
o
r
.
those
days . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
You
yearn
.
f
o
r
.
those
days . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ for
the
.
d
a
y
s
.
that
.
c
a
m
e
.
before . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ for
the
.
d
a
y
s
.
that
.
c
o
m
e
.
no
more.
Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem that I wrote back in October of 2014 where the affected party likes to flirt with temptation and repeatedly gets drawn into the depths of the darkness and chaos it brings – being addicted to the “ride.” It seems this will be a lifelong, all-consuming struggle and that the affected party will never be able to escape the forces of temptation, addiction, compulsion, and distraction. The struggle can represent any temptation, addiction, compulsion, or distraction type: drugs, alcohol, sex, gambling, obsessions, etc.