Fill In Your Obsession _______ Poem by Simon Lawson

I'm a stalker I'll admit it
I'm obsessed beyond the sane
I run towards it, follow it,
think of it every hour of every day.
I'd give anything of the physical to be it
I'd give anything it wanted of the metaphysical too.
Memories or images, choose!
It's a gallery for it to walk away with.
My thoughts, I'd burn them for it.
I know where it is, where it manifests.
My god I know its molecular composition.
What it looks like, particle by particle.
How it changes, visits, reappears.
When and where it likes to spend time.
I'll follow it until I run off this world.
Until I can break it, touch it, feel it, know it.
I have pictures of it on my walls.
Words, names for it tattooed on my mad heart.
Sights of it dance on my retinas.
Whispers or echoes of it land in my ears.
What is wrong with me?
What is it?

Fill in your obsession: ________

For me, it's happiness.
I just want to be happy.