It's addicting, it's true

It's alluring at best

At worst it's who you are

To seperate is the test

The cure sleeps within,

Or lies without, if you're down

Wherever it is you can be sure

Of relief when it is found

So don't be fooled by those doubts

Of enlightenment's mediocre art

For it's always the best thing in the world

Once it is the movement of your heart