To Be Satisfied

Satisfaction ., a thing to be sought, All the while ....... a battle is fought.

I've sensed and felt it's presence before, only to be eluded once more.

In fits of rage I've searched for this thing, I'd lie, cry, laugh and, I'd sing.

There were times I'd come to a place, where I'd swear I've been face to face,

with satisfaction, that intangible ghost, who have eluded the best minds, from coast to coast.

Then I thought how foolish I'd been, searching everywhere except within.

It has no substance, visibility or sound, I'ts something to strive for, not something to be found.