Poem: Perpetual Search

The drunkard clings to liquor,
Devotee dissolves in her lord's praise,
Lover tries to own his beloved,
And wealthy sits atop his riches.

The strong clings to might,
Coward drowns in his fear,
Courageous rides on the truth,
And intelligent holds high his wit.

Everyone's going in cycles,
In search of what they claim to love.
When the search comes to an end,
We will be in the invisible place where it all began.

- The Last Nomad