The Search.
May 10, 2021
The search is incessant.
To be or not to be,
the admirer of growth.
To feel or not to feel,
the touch of love.
If it is just a matter of time,
when everything settles to dust,
why do people envy somebody better than them?
Vying for the success,
to make a fortune,
Who doesn’t like the crown?
The one that speaks for you.
The one that sends you out,
etching your footprint in the swathes of land,
much later to sink in the reality,
that you envied everyone but the hermit.
That you loved everyone but yourself.
Was the war fought ruthless,
useless?
Maybe not.
To realise there is peace to be attained.
You must first wage a war.
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