Endless search

We all look for something, and when we find it, we look for something else after that.

  Perhaps there is an end, when that end is our own.

It could even be that at our end a new beginning arises.

In the appetite of our curiosity our palate is diversely narrowed.

The journey is what makes us grow, but we yet look towards that destination.

Our journey is the one that will never end, eternal within the whole.

Never shall shadows be the only companion,

For each makes the journey.

 

  The mind searches for that which shall end these endless steps

Yet its find will only lead to another.

Upon this road travel millions, but has room for more.

Each hoping to reach the end with vain hope inside.

For this is the never ending search.