A feeling of hope from newborn novelty.
The excitement of the uncertainty of the pursuit.
Blinded to being cognizant of its rapacious ephemeral nature
The pursuit presses onwards
Only towards the doom of gloom which so often befalls the pursuers
The coast of companionship is so far beyond common sight
Time is poured into diverse facets of life
Yet the frothing pot stews in the background of all life
Love’s long ladder eludes the desirous again
To be left only more disillusioned and void of hope