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by Thomas K. Hunt

Vapor trails to somewhere stripe the clear blue sky
Then fade into the distance
Beyond the ability of our eyes
It's an endless search for that paradise we seek
Always reaching for something just out of reach
We need to be content with the ground beneath our feet
For that search may destroy us
We may never feel complete
It's no easy struggle
This life that we endure
Wondering if this is it
Or is there something more

04/01/2003

Posted on 04/02/2003
Copyright © 2024 Thomas K. Hunt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/02/03 at 05:22 PM

Those last four lines say it all. Thought provoking text nicely reflects the title.

Posted by Melissa Arel on 04/03/03 at 08:59 PM

I agree with Chris, this is great stuff. We all are a 'work in progress'. :) Welcome to PPS!

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