Soul

Supplicants and wayfarers we are, seeking something constantly. We do not know what we need but we know what we want. In that turbulence, the necessities are forgotten. The desires are hyped. We chase and earn; snatch and mess; mingle and kill; destroy and lose. We win too. Yet we seek. For health and wealth and name and fame and love and life. We do not aspire for the truth. We get drowned in the quicksand of our own deeds. Yet, we seek. For the lost, for the known and for the unknown; we just seek. Something beyond that bridge seems lucrative. We trudge, we struggle, we overcome our fears and travel. We travel with strength, assuring ourselves of the hand that grips us tight and right. We move, seeking something constantly. The soul; it seeks things beyond its reach. It seeks buried memoirs. It seeks dreams uncertain.