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.
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Comments2
In chasing our tail we often find it is part of us, but it takes going in circles for some time to discover this.
Well said
i love this
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