Quest

Some don't have to search,
their niche found early in life,
so seemingly complacent and resigned.
Resentful, though generally I do not understand,
they too, seldom understand.

A searcher,
not unhappy, nor completely content.
Enduring to explore,
with a hope to apprehend.

To walk along the beach;
inevitably drawn to the ocean,
taken by its power and unceasing motion,
of it's mystery and unspeakable beauty.
Forests, mountains, deserts,
hiden rivers, and the restless cities,
attractions all accustomed.

Affliction as near as laughter.
Ambitious for life itself,
for anything ineffable it can offer.
To love, and to be loved,
relationships that will not impede the wanderings
nor prevent the search.

To prove oneself is futile,
to compete for love is trivial.
Wanderers and dreamers,
lovers who dare to ask of life
for everything that is beautiful.