Grail

GRAIL each has their own prize tucked away in a wish deep in the inscrutable heart, it rises from time to time like a treasure only seen by the eyes of innocents. it rises up unbidden to remind that there is more than a, nose to the grind stone life. allotted to a new babe as it is born, a grail fantasy is implanted, a carrot on a stick of sorts. whilst we live, unaware for most except, for the ants that occasionally attack our thoughts cause restless legs to strain at the conformity accepted as life. wanderlust without a goal. daydreams that seem to have no righteous home. all dismissed as silliness or insanity depending, on the strength of the call to leave the bonds of uniformity. that golden seed we have from birth is the poets goad, the musicians lost chord a writers perfect tale. it is not for fame and glory that we seek but for our holy grail.