All on individual crusades, they seek.
Seeking is akin to yearning.
Looking to quell this, comes the search.
Some seek for love, others to spend their
lust.
Some want to connect.
Some hunger for satiety.
Journey to escape or run to be free?
Some seek, and find, yet fail to keep.
Looking for beauty?
Beauty is a pearl in the depths.
The mirror's surface reflects vanity or
truth.
Seek not more, for there lies disappointment.
Some search for the meaning of life.
Some seek to perfect, but nothing's
perfect.
Some leave their search to others - hitch a
ride.
Oblivion claims some.
Some look for the dark of the cave,
and others seek to dance in the moonlight.
Some look for safety or a place to hide.
Seek to repeat or renew - hindsight to
correct?
Seeking is constant because once they find what
they thought we were looking for - the
satisfaction slips through clenched
fingers,
and they journey, seek again.
The goalposts shift across the sands of
time.
Battered and weary, seekers travel land,
sea, time -
collecting lessons and scoring scars,
looking forward, while looking back.
Some seek repose, solace, or simply peace.
Seekers search to their final resting
place. RIP.
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