Longing heart, aching soul, searching, needing, waiting, wanting. I march forth, no desire to rest. Craving a turn of this page, to see the next chapter, to see the next day. Something much deeper than oceans depth, awaits my heart; Something far more beautiful than the rising sun approaches this life. Stories untold, soon to unravel. Anxious and impatient here I stand with opportunities at face. Hesitant, yet willing, I close my eyes, “Do I jump? Will I sink? Shall I wait? Should I go?” To open the door, or to hide away, this the choice that I make. Unsatisfied, and thirsting at more, I chase, I charge, I run, I seek to end this page and read the next. I know there's more. It sits beyond the bounds of this day, But with each new page my hunger grows. Set down the book, this I cannot, nor find its end nor find my peace. I will continue, I will press on, to finish this book, to live this life.