The Search Is On

I scramble through this wilderness Not knowing where to land The dreams I had seen Seems to have diluted In the poisonous waters of the plastic ocean. This exhibitionist world demands my obedience But I beg to differ For THEY know not My happiness lies Not in riches nor in fame But in the letters S-A-T-I-S-F-A-C-T-I-O-N The clouds of despair Never leave the sight Threatening to cast A spell of ceaseless frustration I cower for protection But without a HOME, I know I shall be blown. Is it difficult to comprehend a man Who pursues gratification And not hedonism and wealth I says the difficulty is not in the man But in the rigid dogmas of so called reality For that MAN is as plain as paper If those SHACKLES are broken free. The irony now being that Hope is my enemy as well as my friend For it gives strength But abandons without a whisper Nevertheless, my will to differ and bring a change Tops it all Hence the search is on. Dedicated to all my INFP brothers and sisters(the dreamers)