the long search/prize/the next high

"Want what they want.
Seek what they've sought.
Desire is contagious.
Get what they've got.

Hunt what they hunt.
Eat what they all
deem as delicious.
Taste of the talk."

So you've found what you've been looking for.
But is it really?
Now that it is in your hands, surpassing grasp.
It is surely.
No questions asked.

Without a second thought you were up to the chase.
And traveled far in a desperate pace.
For a drop on the tongue you would've done
almost anything
for anything to bring you closer to the goal.
Hollowing out a bit more of your soul for resale.

A cat chasing its tail and pawing no prize.
Burning rubber as fires burn you up from the inside.
It was what you've wanted and needed but you
should've known better.
The road was not wide enough for competition.
Only for you and your ambition
in the hunt for a scarlet letter.

Searching high and low, to and fro, and in all directions.
This object of affection has left quite an impression
on your mind.
So much effort wasted and so much time.
Beauty bright enough to make you blind.
But not quite enough for you to stop.

Yet you did, surprisingly.

There it was left by either pity or chance.
The long search has concluded at last.
Waves of joy gave way to stagnancy.
Sunken fast with your new found anchors.

"I'm a victim. I'm a slave. There is nothing more that I crave for
than what is at the store in a box and on a shelf.
I see nothing else. I think of nothing else. I just
want
more."