Quip's Corner - Obsessions

Like brackish pond scum, green and slimy
and cold mountain trees, prickly and piney

It gets your attention, consumes your mind
like a rattlesnake that attacks from behind

Tying your hands, it chokes and it binds
‘til the air is gone and your eyes have gone blind

The only escape left is to run and to hide
but when you look up, they will not have died

Directing your thoughts, controlling your actions
oppressing your will til’ it gets satisfaction

Obsessions can drive one to success, this is true
But when left unchecked, they’ll be the death of you.