THE HUNT

we all chase, when does it end

Trinkets and baubles catch my eye

Luxuries have stolen my gaze

My heart now yearns for the fanciful

Thus filling my mind with fantasies 

I fear the desperation I feel

Yet what I fear more is achievement 

I know I will attain my prize

As long as I keep hunting I shall

I must remain careful with decisions

For not all gains are worth the journey