Nirvana

Like a wandering nomad I roam this earth in a quandary, Oblivious of the passing time, Knowing not what I seek; Obliterating each passing moment as inconsequential, Each passing year— Unrewarding. Do I seek true love or absolute truth? An escape from the confines of the traditions and the clutches of social mores or deliverance from the sins and release from the concerns of life? Whatever I seek, I seek in vain Whatever I achieve is naught, Cowering in obscurity kowtowing to the dictates of time, Unable to free myself from the overwhelming sense of self. Until this journey ends How many more lives must I endure? How long must I suffer the folly and bigotry of man? I look back at my obsolete past Look ahead at my vague future, Whatever I do, I must do it now Or drift into an eternal oblivion! ~Contest: "N" poetry ~Sponsor: Constance La France. ~Contest: Oblivion ~Sponsor: Rob Carmack.