Happiness is a most elusive thing,
Many never reach this perfect feeling,
And like those who mistake lust for true love
Some view pleasure as a gift from above
When this only comes from our senses
Or drug induced chemical releases.
After the greatest high comes a bleak low
As we have to face up to life below,
And the futile long quest to replicate
This sensation ends in a depressed state.
Indeed, too much pleasure is bad for one
As it soon turns into an addiction,
So while a glass of wine or winning bet
Feeds the nervous system from the outset
A few sips turn into a whole jug full
And profits can dwindle to a fistful.
The ancients once turned to mushrooms and plants
To complement sacred, mystical chants
As a means to be at one with The One,
Whether the Great Spirit, God of the Sun
Mother Goddess or even the Devil
One dose took them to another level.
Whereas others turned to meditation
As a means for their soul’s elevation,
They disciplined themselves both day and night
To reject their bodies and reach the light,
But suffered much in order to commit
In spite of the many health benefits.
But would these practices and their promise
Replicate my childhood of youthful bliss?
I had no thought of God or religion,
Too young to be aware of temptation,
Simple pleasures back then would make me smile
The things naughty children did I reviled,
In fact I used to laugh at the adults,
Or pity when they fell as a result
Of slaps from proud women or drinking booze,
And thought that in this life there’s much to lose
If one is blinded by things of no worth
For all things are fleeting that live on Earth.
© 2017 AGP