Invisible layers to the workings
Of all that was created
You can choose to be in tune
Or be numb
and satiated.
Pleasure only is some seekers’ dream
But short-lived and temporary
Though comfort of a life it seem
The meaning is contrary.
Pleasure is a seasoning
Not to be dined upon
Best when it’s been earned through time
And not so quickly won.
At most you lose the nourishment
When chasing after sweets
Becoming stuffed and overfull
The weakening complete.
True meaning must be worked at
Then not so quickly found
That to feed a soul upon
Sustain when life leans down.
And over time, those meanings
Can help to see right through
Beyond the obvious and clear
To anyone but you
To where to gain some foresight
Intuit what’s to come
That adds to one’s survival
Not coming out right. Being distracted by other thoughts and emotions.