<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491257" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>No Matter Where You Look, You Always Find Something</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">at the start you find things with your hand<br>the baby that grabs whatever and takes it to his mouth<br>we begin that way</div><div style="margin:10px 0">always</div><div style="margin:10px 0">then we are fed up with our hands <br>we begin to take things with our minds<br>we read and we make the immovable move<br>we imagine<br>we stretch our minds that far enough</div><div style="margin:10px 0">until we bleed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is not the usual blood that we see dripping<br>it is not thick and red at all</div><div style="margin:10px 0">it is the dripping of pain</div><div style="margin:10px 0">our hands have become failures <br>our minds are shortcomings<br>our feet drag and stamp and wanting to go<br>we look for something that we do not know</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we have this premise</div><div style="margin:10px 0">when we knock the door shall be opened<br>when we ask so we shall receive<br>when we seek soon shall we find</div><div style="margin:10px 0">we found something in the flesh<br>and we feel so disappointed<br>we try to find something for our soul<br>and we feel this despair</div><div style="margin:10px 0">cramped in the room <br>we think some more on that premise</div><div style="margin:10px 0">seek, seek, and seek <br>perhaps we shall find......</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ric+S.+Bastasa">Ric S. Bastasa</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=491257" data-title="No Matter Where You Look, You Always Find Something de Ric S. Bastasa" data-description="at the start you find things with your hand the baby that grabs whatever and takes it to his mouth we begin that way always then we are fed up with our hands we begin to take things with our minds we read and we make the immovable move we imagi..."></div> </div> </div>

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