The Pricetag

Does a desire deserve to be acted on?

Does a feeling have to be felt?

Does an emotion need to be accepted?

In a marketplace where entropic passions rule supreme.

Individualism and entitlement became our bedmates.

And then we all got lumpy mattresses.

See just because someone does not speak does not mean they haven't spoken to you.

They look like innocent flowers but instead are like serpents.

The notion that our thoughts are wholly our own is fiction.

But this then begs the question...

Who has the privilege to govern conscience?

The operating system to orientate along the yellow brick road.

Often we are freely giving away the keys in an attempt to receive affection.

Is that the price tag for desire?

And if so, what is the fruit of this new love?

The fixed goal you once had becomes a distant memory.

The man you were is now estranged.

You may not be alone but your regrets never leave you.

For what good will it be for someone to gain the whole world, yet forfeit their soul?