certis

What is this that I search for,
As far back as I can remember have I sought,
It knows no end, this drive,
Sins of the flesh provide no release,
Love of the soul is no balm,
Pain of the body supplies no surcess,
Always reaching for some unknown,
Just beyond my grasp,
On the peripheria of sight,
I can almost feel it,
I can almost touch it,
I can almost see it,
But elusive is it's nature,,
Something bigger than self, yet smaller than a quark,
Is it contentment, true loveor something else as inane,
Do those even exist, this I doubt
Though I've never tasted,
Nothing is true,
Nothing is Pure,
Nothing is what it seems,
Always a shadow of what it should be,
A poor imitation at best,
I feel lost without aa light to guide by,
Trying to discover that which I know not.

---Mad ramblings---