There are times when I fail to figure out
If there is indeed something that will really fill my heart anytime
Am I the eternally dissatisfied seeker
Who keeps seeking for more as I find enough?
Love, Care and Floating through life are part of the norm, thought I,
Till that time in my adulthood when I realized that it need not be so!
I, the dreamer from a childhood well-lived, being a child well-loved.
The conscious mind always applies weird logic and strive to tell you what is right,
With it brings a trail of fuzzy clouds that seem to hide the sun far behind
Looking for answers and often for solace
When the fuzziness turns grey in the cold of the night
Decades of walking through woods
Crossing streams shallow and deep
Procreating and nurturing to keep with the way of the world
The heart keeps yearning for something somewhere amiss
Glancing at passers by
Looking for a familiarity
That is as known, as is unknown
Treading a hill too steep, heaving and panting,
Feeling damp mud
Avoiding quicksand,
Staring with a certain blankness at drift woods
Smiling at the moss that adorns them too!
Stepping on pebbles and stones along the way
Few cold against your bare feet and few a sharp pinch
Geysers warm and cold turn out to be mirages
Will crossing valleys and climbing hills be really worth it?
They say middle age is 'youth without levity and age without decay'
Am I too close or am I far behind
To realize there is essence in life that I can still seek
And bring all of it into my life if I please.