Eros

It's the will to
That the philosophers sought
The will to what
We would ask
If we didn't believe Nietzsche
And couldn't accept happy repetition
Because Camus was just a little too implausible
So what is it then
That drives us onward
For I won't accept
The Buddhist stoppage
I prefer to suffer
And yearn
And seek
But to what to want
A direction
Show me
And so there is eros
A spark of intuitive
Inspirational
Magical
Compass quivering
Passionate
Physical desire
But what is physical
When the brain is just another organ
It's the body
For I see no soul
Nor separation of mind
And so, my dear body
Where will we go
You tell me
And I will listen
Carefully
Following
Recklessly
Wherever
Whenever
Because that's life
Ten out of ten
Better
Than the other way of being