Hobbies

An ever-changing method for obtaining comfortable bliss
Elusive and slippery
I watch and feel it slide through the confident grip of my fingers
For a moment, it ruined me

The joys of simple pleasures are often stable
Hobbies are supplements for a motive, a meaning
When a person is alone, they supplement nothing
An absent duet, solo singing

Obsessive and striving for phantom-like perfection
I bow down and beg for superficial joy
Which will lead me nowhere but back to where I started
Ecstasy is love, laughter, and peace, and not a soulless toy