Why do we search for truth, In all the wrong places?
Why do we trample true love, Eyes fixed on the horizon?
Why do we build the crosses, On which we are crucified?
Why do we sacrifice ourselves, On altar to our ego?
Why do we discard the pure, In Quixotic quests for the perfect?
Why do we always find answers, Only when it is too late?
This free verse piece is inspired by one of my earliest and still my favorite short story, Eternal Quest. I wrote the original version, largely unchanged but for some light editing, when a freshman in college. There are layers to the story--unrequited love, friendship, philosophy, human frailty, and the duality of the human spirit--that were beyond my years and are still central to the core of who I am today. I am older but not much wiser than my former young, old soul grappling with what it means to be human and to learn inconvenient lessons we prefer to ignore. You can hear me read cold reading of about half of this short story/novelette in one of my podcasts at https://open.spotify.com/episode/6c9kOS2skPxzNJaYtquQKR?si=-DFvQA6gTHW61H5RKWnzuA (a professionally produced version by voice talent Dale Wilcox is also included in the audiobook version of my short story collection, Mindscapes distributed by Audible and Amazon).