The word filled with power,
I found when I was twelve,
I knew not what it meant,
only of it\'s sound.
It\'s sound too tempting,
I was hooked to a siren song.
It promised what I wanted,
and dragged me far along.
I learned what it looked like,
when I was sixteen.
It was no longer a siren.
I now followed freely.
I looked for it in every ocean,
and in every tree.
I searched, and almost found it,
when I was almost eighteen.
I search but it evades me,
draws further from sight.
Sometimes I catch up and see it,
only to run and hide.
It\'s in my tomorrows,
my dreams, and future plans.
I still look for it, even in twentys.
Even now, it\'s still here.
The need to chase it,
it\'s been here for so long.
I can\'t believe,
and it hurts to think,
that the End, the promised land I\'ve looked for,
is what I\'ve been chasing all along.