The moth feels the attraction,
But does it know why?
Does it reason and rationalize?
Perplexed, yet captivated beyond it’s control.
Is the mind disciplined, the path straight?
Does it sway with compulsion?
Moved by a feather, a flicker, or flame.
Beating it’s strength away with the hum of wing vibration.
Is it easier to follow the lit path?
And later blame the route for the sway of your position.
Or wash away with the current breeze.