Our goals change,
But are we any more satisfied?
Or were the old ones
Better suited to our souls?
Do we grow up and
Move away, only to find
It was ourselves that we abandoned?
Our goals change,
But are we any more satisfied?
Or were the old ones
Better suited to our souls?
Do we grow up and
Move away, only to find
It was ourselves that we abandoned?
on rivers and in skies
he searched for her;
but never found her,
never saw her face
in searching, though,
he found another love;
a much less restive,
trustworthy embrace
for he found that most rare and precious stone:
the knowledge that he was just fine
alone
I looked at her, and wondered what I saw:
A restlessness that really knew no law –
A strange concoction, with parts woe and awe —
A finished sheen, that still displays the raw
Afraid we’ll never get back
If we each go where we must?
Don’t worry; we can leave a trail
Of trust
I just stopped by to see the truth,
I hadn’t seen her in a while;
It turns out, she’s been lonely, but
It’s always great to see her
Smile
she is just —
so my desire
to want:
not gratification
but her
and only her
to be happy
built over thousands of years;
easily destroyed in a moment
with the same casual disregard
of a child kicking over its toys
yet, some few,
the patient ones
strive, within the ancient wisdom
for preservation