The Hunt
The Earth is a most complicated place
So much that like all my fellow companions
I do keep hunting for inner bliss
Yes, for inner peace, for my personal haven
Search I for it in my art, search I for it in my creativity
Search I for it in my made up words of poetry
Search I for it in me
Search I for it, so as to share it with humanity
A hunt it is, which can last for a lifetime
Yes, of that you can be sure of
But its every step, I shall brave
For life, is indeed a toil, best it is to live it with love
With love and with a self contented pace
With a poise and with a smiling heart
A smiling heart, ready to put everyone at ease
Yes, inner peace, if I do find it, I would spread it as if it were a disease
Pray, I mind not being a hunter
Maybe it makes of me a romantic dreamer
But I mind it not
Is Existence itself not a blot?
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