People call lust a sin, a wrong,
Something evil, dark, and cruel,
But it’s just a mind that drifts away,
Chasing shadows in the air.
It’s not the heart’s true, honest call,
But a thought that lingers, gone astray,
A pull from memories, dreams of more,
A wish that can’t be chased today.
Lust isn’t bad, it’s just off-track,
A moment when the mind is blind,
It’s not a sin, but a fleeting thought,
A step away from what we find.
It’s tangled up in what’s been or could,
Ignoring what’s real right here,
A search for things that can’t be held,
While truth stands close, yet disappears.
But when the present calls us near,
And we witness the truth, unforced, unplanned,
Lust fades away, its grip is gone,
And in that calm, the real work’s done
Something evil, dark, and cruel,
But it’s just a mind that drifts away,
Chasing shadows in the air.
It’s not the heart’s true, honest call,
But a thought that lingers, gone astray,
A pull from memories, dreams of more,
A wish that can’t be chased today.
Lust isn’t bad, it’s just off-track,
A moment when the mind is blind,
It’s not a sin, but a fleeting thought,
A step away from what we find.
It’s tangled up in what’s been or could,
Ignoring what’s real right here,
A search for things that can’t be held,
While truth stands close, yet disappears.
But when the present calls us near,
And we witness the truth, unforced, unplanned,
Lust fades away, its grip is gone,
And in that calm, the real work’s done
