Unfinished Quest

this is the unfinished quest
always
this is the search for meaning
forever
a grain of sand
a petal
a cloud and the wind
looking for destinations unceasingly
day by day
a revolution of years and scores
every pebble speaks
and we listen

even inside a dream when i see a river
and when i undress myself and go naked
when i plunge myself
and find nothing but filled space
and water everywhere
asphyxiated

i rise again to an atmosphere of air
grasping for breath
always
looking for something that must last forever

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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