the quest of the ages

an impulse
dreaded fearful

a phobia of empty pages

a fearful empty untold life

running

seeking validation

only to find it as useless

running fearful

rejected

caught up in the game.

without knowing the rules

longing for a quiet space

but fearful of the context

running still

contracts deadlines

searching striving

looking

wondering

hoping that there's more to life than

wretched

quests for audiences of one.

praying that it matters

alone but alive

heart beating

unknown

a venture for eternal Abba

Trying to read Him

And in the back of the room

is the child afraid of rest yet lusting for it.

the pain of discovering soloman's truth

a vapor

meaning unknown

(only clinging to the hope that the light will come)

the prelude to glory

amidst the filthy squalor of mankind