Undying DREAMS

somethings might prove to be eternal

My heart beats steadily at the sight of my wishes

They are within reach yet still not my possession

A part of me deeply questions these wants

Yet there is an undying eagerness to attain them

I cannot explain why I pursue these affairs 

All my mind tells me is that they must be sought

The attainment of one leaves a trail to another

Assuring an endless ripple effect on my path

Some view this as a blessing others a curse

I am mostly intrigued of their origins

Their mere existence is not satisfactory 

I believe their history is paramount

Could they be skewed or transformed? 

Could they be born anew or destroyed?

Could sustain a living without them?

At the moment I cannot apprise 

But these entities seem to be never ending  

Author's Note

a feeling of purpose

Reviews

[J Todd Underhill]

I feel ya, seems we have a similar path, watch, observe and write it our. Poetry, we are reporters of a different kind. I call it being the Muses Slave, but when inspiration calls we cannot ignore her at all.

[Quill]

indeed a Muses slave, gld you like it