Around and around we all seem to travel.
Going in circles,
Some with purpose,
Others rather irradically
Not knowing where they will stop or start again.
Always reaching what we think is the ultimate in our lives,
But then again, finding it was only another peak to crest.

 

Moving on once again to something new,
Something else the soul and heart decided we needed to thrive on,
Or with or even without.
Experiences in life,
Whether current or past,
Seem to bring about a higher
Or better understanding of more of our life within.

 

What may we encounter today?
Whom may we cross paths with,
That may bring enlightnement
And who may bring some sadness
That touches
That little known place within?
 
Always moving ever forward,
Never back,
For to go back would mean
Our stagnation of mind and torture of soul.
Wanting to always gain that much needed,
And so very deeply desired goal
In order to thrive truly in happiness.
 
When may it come?
Only time will tell.
Time seems to be the only one constant,
Always revolving our lives around it,
Our very thoughts swim within it's very waves,
Trying to break free, to gain an upper hand,
To steal a moment if only once.
 
Time however, seems to mock our very efforts.
We just gain a taste,
Or even a full cup of what we desire
And then without so much as a second tick of notice,
It is gone once again,
As we are left empty,
Or alone.
 
Then we have to look back and see what we had,
And what time was wasted
To attain it,
And now what?
Where to turn?
Where to go from here?

Nothing can ever exactly replace something we had,
But we can hope to come close,
Or find another level,
Perhaps higher than the one lost,
To reach and attain yet again.
But how much more time must we go through
To get it again?
 
Is what we had
A waste of such precious a commodity?
Or perhaps are we looking much too hard,
Or yearning far to deep
For such in life?

The pain of desire always there.
Throbbing and pulsing with an energy all it's own.
Piercing the body to remind the soul
Of the hunger within.
Powerless to ease the pain,
Unable to put off the ceaseless pounding.
 
The blood pressure rises with each beat,
Moving the heart to race along as fast as possible
As if running from some great thing;
Yet towards with a velocity unmatched as the speed of light.
Leaving behind in it's wake,
The unfathomable aches that scream with the loudness of thunder,
Seemingly falling upon deaf ears as the rain continues to drown out the voice.
 
How many nights and days
Must pass before the great longing disolves
Into the nothingness that surrounds,
And becomes once a void to never return from?
Determined to not allow such a havoc to be wreaked upon this soul,
For it is far too obssessed with life and the greatness of it all
To fall prey to such a disastrous and unwarranted happening...