Searching

The seeker of knowledge is a very strange man

He lives not to live

Yet dies not to die

Intense his life is

But fight not he will

His sight travels far

Beyond the reach of the stars

What he seeks in his moments

Lies not where he looks

Rather where he looks not

The seeker thus he is

Through fault of none but himself

Knowledge that which he craves is never nigh at hand

Knowledge that which he chase is always what he does not understand

How can this be?

Does he not know enough?

Seeker though he may be

Is he not shown more than enough?

A strange obsession the seeker shows

Chasing and stumbling always upon the unknown

A step at a time

A walk slower than a crawl

Seeking to understand everything

Starting with nothing at all

Tripping himself down on emotional turbulence

The seeker of knowledge lives in reverance

Over what you may ask

The answer is always there

You only need seek it

And become a seeker yourself

Strange cycle indeed