The Chase

Beyond the pain, the senses arise.
It can't be explained
to those who lack the eyes.
It's not about the pain.
It never was.
Yet those who can't see beyond it,
believe it is...
just because.
It's about getting past it;
discovering a world,
that doesn't exist
before the hurt became unfurled.
Heaven cannot be be bought without paying the price.
The feeling is but a glimpse of pure paradise.
Those that seek to escape the reality to endure
will never find that common cure.
They will chase the shadows one by one,
seeking pure pleasure, yet as they run,
the pleasure they find is never enough,
They lack the context;
the journey truly rough.
Only when they have a desire to live it,
will they discover the pleasure they covet.
Until then they look upon me
with an utterly deep sense of sympathy,
thinking I'm the soul
tormented and lost,
when in fact, I've found my heaven,
beyond the place
they avoid at all cost.
It is there everyday, as I finish my brutal ride,
a journey from which many others hide,
When a soul has a meaning to chase,
the shadows vanish, and true pleasure
is captured in its place.
Those without the vision will never know,
the bit of heaven that I see,
as I climb off my bike,
letting everything be as it may be.
I need no drugs, I need no drink,
I escape the pain by facing it,
stepping off the brink,
always discovering it's never as bad
as I initially think.
And yet, beyond that revelation is the glimpse
of my pure soul,
a soul that knows now
what makes life truly whole.
Pleasure chased is never found,
It's like a dog chasing it's tail around and around.
Pleasure ensues
only if we choose,
to face the brink,
with nothing to lose.