Chase after me.
I turn your desire to dust.
Make it taste like ashes in your mouth.
You burn with frenzied passion.
Search for anything to quieten the heat.
I am food that never fills you,
Water that leaves you gasping with thirst.
Eventually you give up in despair.
The spaces left by this cavernous indeed.
Then can you find a path.
See the faint traces of wiser footprints.
Everyone has gone before.
Follow and open your heart.