Why do I never stop searching?
What drives me forward
Why can’t I stop yearning?
I sit and think stop, just stop
Enjoy where you are for a change
I don’t want a shop or to be on top
But logic loses, I continue to seek
Turn that corner, what awaits there
Sometimes I think I am a freak
It’s not ambition or wealth I want
nor power and status
or items to flaunt
But a new anything is a bright light bulb
Drawing me into a new challenge
Even at times when the brightness makes me gulp
I need to get a rocking chair
To sit in the Sun on a porch
and understand peace is rare.