You shouldn't try
To measure it
For one knows not,
Of its treasures or those sought.

Fleeting and gone,
A wayward wind
Fleeting, innocuous,
An impossible mystery.

Intrinsic value,
At times misplaced
Or irreversibly spent,
That which cannot be bought.

Ending and beginning,
Remembered but forgot
It pushes and pulls inside
Of me never without thought.