Quest For a Quest
So much they say worth doing,
so much that needs another hand.
So many problems left to solve,
so many people needing help.
Torn in a thousand directions,
until the heart strings snap,
and the mind hides itself in self defense.
So we do what must be done to eat.
And indulge in a pleasure or two.
And occasionally find a small way to help
make the lives of others slightly better.
But that's not what we crave.
The armor's grown tarnished and the sword has rusted.
The horse ran away and the maid found another ...
But we still keep our eyes on the horizon,
searching every day for a reason beyond
seeing the next one.
12 October 2022
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2022
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