We chased a feeling not a reality,
Lost in a world of our own duality.
The highs and lows, the twists and turns,
We followed our hearts, but never learned.
The rush of passion, the thrill of desire,
We chased these flames, like moth to fire.
But in the end, we were left with smoke,
Our hearts shattered, our spirits broke.
For emotions are but fleeting and fickle,
A temporary fix, a mere tickle.
We must ground ourselves in what is real,
And not chase illusions that we feel.