Like a castaway, pining for company
Desire cannot live alone, entombed in the mind
It finds an escape by clinging onto deep motivations
Guiding actions the world may see, making them incongruous
Like the sphinx, pretentious actions getting a veneer of altruism
Can barely hide selfish motivations, under the spell of desire
Which is a drop of poison that can fell a mighty being
Life is no more a straight line, actions are hopelessly marooned
In the present, while motivations consult the past and desire’s version
Of the future, the split between action and motivation
Is impossible to bridge until the deepest root has been found
The world hosts our actions for all to see, only we can see their motivation
