in search of that elusive quality called...

contentment

we travel to the ends of the earth.

we search the streets
scour the shops
stare deep into the eyes of strangers.

we always look for something
that will excite us
satisfy a craving
soothe a raw or troubled nerve.

then do we get what we are looking for?

sometimes.
briefly.

but, always,
it seems
we must
continue the hunt.

our wandering eye
is forever in search
of another miracle.

am i really waiting for a miracle? or should i start creating one?