What Are You Really Seeking?

Lust keeps my pants down and my walls built high, leaving me focused on how and not why I should do or pursue my impulses and whims. Reasons aren't given. I won't even try to examine my wants with such rational views. On the altar of lust, I don't care what I lose. I just want it, to hunt it, so for a short while a corruption of peace can be mine, if I choose. But I can't, because bound by compulsion again, I continue to feed on my appetites, when I realize that real lives cannot this path sustain. I awake, and perceive what I should have known then. Love takes me patiently, kindly, with care, clothing me when in disgrace I was bare. Breaking down, all around, walls that were built for the purpose of hiding my shame and despair. Now the truth shines, and illumines my mind . Lust always gets, but contentment won't find. Love always gives away, and will send peace beyond all understanding that has no like kind.