The search for intelligent life on earth,
for purpose and meaning behind the veils,
to find out what each hour of breath is worth,
and learn something from each of my travails,
To want what I have, not have what I choose –
the quest that keeps leading me in and on,
it is an addiction, a thirst for truth
that leaves me randomly fool, king and pawn.
A preoccupation, that finds me thrust
out into the whole world, ever seeking
an answer, or perhaps, some new questions.
It has filled my lifespan, from dust to dust,
the soft sound of the universe speaking,
and seeing in it my own reflection.
17 DEC 2002