Dopamine

Dopamine’s one hell of a drug

Dopamine

Dopamine’s one hell of a drug,
or really it's not.
It gives you a moderate high,
and leaves demands 
impossible to satisfy.

Golden shadows cover
glittering ideas 
with sparkling light
of fruitful nothingness.

Consciences fall in streams,
the rain’s your friend,
drops of knowledge,
better seek shelter from wisdom.

Islands of creativity 
flooding, little glimpses 
stay above the surface,
barely floating—
No one notices them.

The shores of the beach 
become meaningless,
thoughts go with the wind
in harmony.

Purpose is a currency,
constantly eluding willfully,
wherever you may go—
got-going gotten gone.

What’s gone lost
in the process?
What’s left?
and what did you miss?

Cover Art: Fairy Dust on the Breeze by Nancy Boren