12. Desire

What causes the death of desire, The desire itself,
who are you if not yourself

I have been walking down the street,
looking upto myself, trying to figure somethings,
what causes the death of diring desire,
the capitulation towards your candour,
or the death of the truth in itself?

Money runs fingertips, few desire power,
while love, lust, sex satiate some,
sincerely at the end of your present,
bear solitary existence and nothing matters.

All the wants and the will to fill the needs,
we desire, we greed.
There is no nadir nor the zenith,
you could reach to find the truth within.
who are you, if not desire?

What causes the death of desire,
The desire itself,
Who are you if not yourself.