A perennial chase, seeking the elusive, everyone’s in it
There’s always something more, as long as the mind
Has a say, traveling to the far ends of the world and back
Always in a flash, there are many things that are sought
Each weighed on a scale and discarded in time, never satisfied
The search lights are always on, hoping to strike gold
A sought after standard, cuts across language and culture
There are crowds of such seekers, forgetting even gold outlives all
Few like to journey alone, for those who do, there is only one road
Not many, leading to where the sought after has found refuge
If eyes can turn around, the search would end, when the seeker
Behind the gaze has left, it becomes apparent, the sought is the seeker
