The (paper)chase

Thumping hard, heart inside of chest
The clock's cogs spinning, no time to rest
Its hands drawing nearer to their final approach

What can satisfy those haughty, curious eyes
Bottomless desires, driving yet further guise
Left wanting, fuelling the fire that emptiness brings

The prize that is sought is but out of reach
And from the will's life chocking as relentless leech
Until just a remnant shell to be cast away

As this seed is planted, the will's life is reborn
The cycle continues but the soul is torn
Because nothing of this universe can ever satisfy

By Pete Scopes