The Good Fight
Into the bowels of my being I go,?searching for who I am.
Far out into the? Universe? I search,
as far?as the eye can see.
So many questions? I have,
but true answers?a rare commodity.
Frustrations mount,?as I search, and? search and search.
Road blocks abound?as others ?hold up their arms,?defiantly saying no.
Seems insane I think?delving?into infinity? with?the brain power? entrusted to me.
Is it simply better to?accept what I see,
to enjoy?that juicy steak?
Or,
should Don Quixote?like I be,?tilting my lance?toward ? my inner being,
while
defiantly?waving my sword?at infinity?
I depart now? for dinner?a fat and juicy steak.
But,
?I’ll be back, to once again
tilt my lance toward infinity.
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