Unending Quests

Are we scared to talk about what we live with and what many desires? Can we lay a distinct monument for this magnanimous creature? Of how it overrides and keeps overriding and threw one’s to an unpleasant realm.

Have you seen the umbrella halt the drops from sweeping off the feet? Is it true that the heart has home or is it a mere mirage to appease desire?

And what is denial in the midst of explosive desires?

The littluns live to embrace the remains of a yesterday fog. The ancient embrace the raiment from a relic.

A faraway friend’s fantasy lurks for a rebirth,

tossed in an ocean of realities,

web of confusion,

enjoying the fragrance of unpleasant sweetness,

laid with fearful options

and it toils

in the cyclic

of bouncing memories

that you chased.