Loud is the quest for stimulation,
prize seeking run from truth,
and peace left behind in this race to catch the high–
beloved sits along the curb,
waiting at the roadside.
Fast goes chase for the buzz,
memory of her smile,
and speed satisfies only instants,
only rocket’s thunder drowning out her quiet love.
Quick goes the hunter for the merry drink,
a stupor sought in flashing lights,
and loud might be glitter with the shouts,
still her silent conversation continues while ignored–
i’ve run this endless game to ironical surprise,
beloved always my cheerleader,
my mission’s treasured prize.
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