Pursuing more than this
By james a. galgano
Such is life within endless whims of wonder lost often resigned.
Among every fallen star where eternal glimpse does ponder inclined
Seeking unanswered prayers from hopeful lips from love is never tasted.
Yet if offered slim hopes much too often undeclared all hopes forever wasted
Never finding solace but within idle prayers to man made gods of one's design.
Every dream gathered like moss upon descending rock downhill into lie's ravine.
Aspirations often resign their weary lives to such fruitless pallor one never finds.
But within the vernacular of idle dreams left alone without a prayer come true
There such is life often encumbered within every hope sought though often pursued.