The pursuit of Happiness
Daily I seek for
this virgin knowledge untouched ,so pure ,so sweet.
The more I read ,
the less I see
With a thousand
thoughts fighting within
Pleading each for
a right to breathe.
How wise is a
thirsty soul when he can’t stay meek?
How fulfilled is proud
frame bestowed with wealth but void of
peace?
Why do the poor enjoy good sleep?
And the foolish
are so content of their folly?
What’s chasing
everyone from the rare ?
And why are they
in a haste to pay this expensive fare?
Or is it for their fair share of materialism’ care.
Sitting as the Lord
of their Worldly affairs?
We strive in holy
anger or in unholy hunger
To enjoy the
fruits of our turbulent years.
Concealing our
innermost fears from our dearest dears.
Hoping they don’t
see our salty tears
Gushing free from
our depressed eyes in red
Of what use is collosal
Mansion if it doesn’t make a home?
What’s happiness
if you have no one to call your own?
And volcanic
bills from the North to your West zone
Is so gifted in puncturing your cherished
dreams and hopes.
What’s in this
life we try to find
When the world’s
threats and stress blinds our eyes.
And we search
less for the mysteries of why we are alive .
For we fear we
may pay an extra fine.
For the ageless
truth that we all seek to find.
SEYIDEKOL[2010]COPYRIGHTS
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