We are as moths
to the flame
Continually seeking
the light and the bright
That which feeds our soul
and satisfies our inner hunger
But over time
we are seduced
And in our quest
became distracted
Instead pursuing
the shiny baubles
That adorn
and fill our lives
It is as though
we are transfixed
By the table setting
When the real feast is piled high
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