Passion is the mousetrap.
words come
nocturnal, like desires; they sniff.

The aroma is irresistible.
The hunger for fame,
The greed for love,
The need for success,
The urge to leave a mark.

There could have been
A torrent of passion consuming everything,
A hurricane taking everything away,
A waterfall cascading, pleasing the senses.

But these words need a mousetrap.
Let us play around;
Unsuspecting -
Push our luck.

Will we get caught?
Who knows!
Let us give in to the greed!