The price I have to pay is much too much,
giving up the world and all its lust, after lust.
The mind is willing, but the body seems weak.
How can I beat the odds and finally have a winning streak?
The place I want to go, this trip I have to take,
I'm willing to search the world over, even for the smallest break.
But I know all this chasing is like the whirling of the wind,
I can search the world over, but must face myself again.
So the place want to go, this place I need to reach,
I will follow myself inside and listen, for the teacher to teach.
Keith Foley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-what-price/
