I scream in agony for this
Searching for it like it was gold
I have found many of them
Infact as many as there are people
That’s right everyone has their own
Some share the same one
Then there is the ultimate one
Nobody knows what it is
Yet everyone knows what it isn’t
It alone is not by itself
For others align with it
I will continue my search for it
Till my knuckles are broken and
Bleeding as though i was digging for burried treasure
So do not tempt me with silver or gold for that is temporary
And that is not it
For it is forever
So are you always satisfied with it
You know what you see as it
Can someone change your perceptions of it
So its though you have seen a whole new it
If it isn’t clear what it is
Then you didn’t read the fucking title
W.M. Stickell O.M.