In the chase of excitement,
the melody of music became pain,
the monocle of clarity was stained
as the rise of emptiness sustained.
Endless chase of mortal strife,
seeks the wherewithal of pleasure
and the spirited cravings of life
that presented all in seizure.
With the chase and the verve,
there is no surmise with the youth.
Though they got zest and the nerve,
they oppose yes and the truth.
And there remains a modicum
of the chase that inspires.
Yet gotten by a few of the scrum
through a heart that really desires.
But the chase is the decider
of the insider and the outsider.
And the chase is still the divider
of the inspired, the expired and the non-breather.