We are all trapped in some kind of desire,
Or perhaps desire traps us in its game of greed.
We don’t know who ensnares whom,
Or maybe we choose to remain ignorant,
For we crave to be bound by it.

Still, we pretend to know, or not know.
I’ve tried everything to control my desire,
But in the end, I am always controlled by it.
The experience of something you didn’t get,
Or desperately wanting something to have,
Is spontaneous—and perhaps, it’s your desire.

In the game of identifying and analyzing every pro and con,
I always end up trapped by my mind’s thoughts.
I begin to believe what I think I am—
Perhaps I’ve become so rigid in my beliefs
That I no longer wish to let them go.

Once again, I muse over this,
And the outcome is always the same.
My soul—oh, my soul—
It comes to me, asking,
"Why is there a need to think so much?
You must understand this game of thinking—
Just simplify it."

You don’t need to think;
You just need to observe.
Your thoughts will always come—
Quietly maintain a steady state.

It’s the conflict of my soul and desire;
In this conflict, I choose to be bound by the will of my soul.
And so, I remain—anchored in its quiet truth,
A steadfast observer in the eternal struggle between desire and soul.