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The pulse of freedom

There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Friday, April 19, 2013

Quest - a work in progress


A little ahead,
A little more,
Tirelessly,
Conquering
One more forte
Then another
And yet another
Only to set out
On another chase.
A little ahead,
A little more.
The quest
Seems to take
That “forever” part
Of life
And yet we yearn
For a little ahead,
A little more.
Forsaking
Everything that matters
Everyone that matters
In the never ending
Struggle
To find a little ahead,
A little more.
The Quest
Always stays
A work in progress
And the life
Just passes by
Like clouds.

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