These things we seek

These things we seek, are far away yet near,
As simple truths elusive to the eye.
When all we sense as real becomes unclear,
And everything unsure in how it lies.
For what we seek we’ve wandered far to find,
Yet have no sense or thought of what will be,
This key to all the questions of the mind
That answer to our doubts to set us free.
Yet there are times in the flickering light,
Beyond the common sense, lost in the rune
Of quiet apprehension there forms a sight
Of life’s cheap artifice to make us swoon.
For in the race of life from birth to tomb
We live so little with a sense of whom.


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