Searching is endless,
trails scattered along the path,
every new try an opportunity – the despair reverberating ever more loudly
Reason notwithstanding, the endeavors lengthen,
only Weariness urges you to continue.
Baffled by your own conjectures a frown begins to set, growing deeper as time wares on.
Meaning is elusive, suspense
holds you from day to passing day.
Analysis ongoing, you trudge on…
a small pebble trips you up – as you stumble understanding strikes.
In the end, profound thoughts seethed. Boiling down to a single pebble of truth – a warped cycle has left you blackened and burned within the confines of your own mind.
The wish to be profound is, to most, a wish to waist away under burdened scrutiny.