Searching

There is a need to find things to do No matter when, where, how… with time, with place Too many needs and desires unreal Yet as always we search on for consequences to face High and low, day and night And we never can quench our desires an ever Our desperate plea remains but voices that hide Causing humans in humanity to be humane lesser Are we all learnt enough to be in content? Yet always to be overwhelmed when something new comes along Lives a need perhaps… forever till the end Simply a search for something out of nothing to stumble upon Living a life, falling in love and finding work Having found yet finding still for comfort to maintain Realism made for our troubled minds to flirt An individual to think different to humanities yet the same Searching for things to do is forever a need No matter whenever, however, beyond time, atween space Too many needs and desires to only seek Discontentment for one’s contentment need we chase?