It’s infuriating
That many seek what is hard to find
When truth stares them in the face
A time traveller, bit part in history
A man of mystery
A holiday maker, thrill seeker
All the fun of the fair
Fantasy landscape
The bottom of the deep, blue sea
Never satisfied
We want to win and we want more
All on our own terms, of course
We seek, not intending to find
The constant journeying is the prize
What to do if we reached the goal?
A denial
It smells just like a rat died
In my soul
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