THE SEARCH WE CLING TO NOW FOREVER

The search we cling to now forever.
By james a. galgano

Our lives often linger on the outskirts of elusive forever.
Clinging to every limb from above below passing of foolish time
Before our eyes each day greet us with sunshine above
Then almost leave as quickly beneath waxing waning moon.
We worship or pray to for answers often in some fleeting god's name.
Often surrender our beliefs to faith or some quizzical variation.
Carrying our hopes on the backs of parents we still remember to this day.
Where once upon a time we came into this life dressed in all innocence
With never a thought as we grew, we would ever meet lies to betray
The dreams we were born to believe might one day become forever true.
Without a doubt from our youth until dying age hopes forever clung to
As if it were a religion upon, we faithfully followed, and sacrament swallowed.
Granting us hope or perhaps even salvation we praised and often hallowed.
Holy whether within church or temple no matter our learned lesson or belief
Providing us will succeed despite our struggles or if obstruction became a thief.
Devouring our dreams or young and leaving us with our grief to carry on alone.
As if we were ciphers without hope but to carry on forever where no sun has shone.
Nevertheless, we carry on from dawn to dusk then into darkness where we sleep.
Perchance to dream no such futility is a thief taking our every breath to deceive.
Beyond our every hopeful resilience, which carries onward to at long last believe.
One day awaits us with every answer to our hopes prayers we share with progeny.
We procreated upon some glimmer of elusive dream we would find upon discovery.