The Quest

There’s a word too many in my head
Mixing up black facts and fantasy red
I wish there was more clarity instead

Sitting at my desk I wonder where I’m lost
Letting imagination free at sanity’s cost
To seek a secret treasure that I need the most

Images of faraway lands fill up my mind
Of known faces from a past life and smiles kind
But in that sandy land, I cannot my treasure find

My mind heads for a sea of green
The branches and bushes I do preen
Flowers are many and so are the thorns, I wean

Tired, I look up at the towering sages
Their icy heads observing the world for ages
Surely they know of the treasure beyond the mind’s cages

I walk on alone braving their strong icy reprimand
With every step my mind does strength command
I reach their gates at last, an answer to demand

The sages know well the reason for my quest
They have no answer despite my repeated behest
A familiar voice distract my search, I must rest

I intend to return to the wilderness again
Undertake some more journeys, some more pain
With the hope that this time, it shall not be in vain