The force that pulls
you from within,
the urge for virtue,
lust for sin.

To break the doors,
pull down the towers
of deceit,
and crawl in bowels
of the deep,
in hidden vaults
where deities keep
all sacred secrets
very precious,
yes indeed.

Once there, I'm sure
you will discover
roots of lotus,
blackened pearls
or maybe fate
will simply hurl
you into arms
of unseen lover.

It may also be,
a light that shines
so bright, you shriek
you cannot see
the core ignites,
evaporates,
you're blissfully
all lost at sea.

Or then again,
it might just be
a restless journey,
yawning spree
a tale that someone told
to you and me?

Go and see,
upon return
please do tell
me sights of heaven,
angels gleaming,
or perhaps even
recollect
the fumes of hell
still steaming
from your neck.

And would it come
to this, that you
had better get some
discontentment
off your chest,
I wouldn't feel
the least distressed:
"That all these miles
up high, and deep,
were simply me".