I seek yet I do not find, I fly ever closer and yet my goal is ever farther
I feel a need, an anxiety an urge that is insatiable
I taste perfection yet I do not drink from it
I achieve yet it is never enough
Where is it that I wish to go
I sit and look at the constellations the stars grin an wink at me
They pity me, so free yet unaware of my freedom
I might as well be chained for all I know
Held against my subconscious will  
This feeling is uncomfortable
Incomplete
Needy, I try to fill the hole with things
At times I forget it’s there