Pleasure without Conscience

In the quest for joy, unchecked and wild, Pleasure's path turns dark and defiled. Momentary thrills, unbound by care, Leave scars of sorrow, lingering there. Laughter rings in hollow halls, Echoes of indulgence, where conscience falls. Desires satiated, but never truly met, In a web of regret, the heart is set. Fleeting highs without a thought, For the pain and suffering wrought. Others' tears, a distant sound, In the pleasure seekers' playground. Conscience whispers, faint and low, Amidst the revelry's gleaming glow. Ignored, suppressed, it fades away, In the relentless chase of pleasure's sway. True joy is found where hearts align, With empathy, compassion's sign. Pleasure tempered with mindful grace, Leaves a kinder, brighter trace. For in the balance of heart and mind, A deeper, lasting joy we find. Beyond the selfish, fleeting gain, To a place where love and conscience reign. Pleasure born of conscience true, Creates a world both kind and new. Where every smile is earned and shared, And every heart is deeply cared. Seek not the joy that leaves a scar, But the peace that’s never far. In the union of joy and right, Find the purest, truest light.