With looking comes uneasy peace
Of knowing that the game is on
You play, and play hard
To win
The prize, the prize, the ultimate goal
Love, the love, to have and to hold
Pray that you never lose
At least, not till you've played a good game.
With knowing comes the burden
Of accepting that which is universal
I mean, of course, dissatisfaction
With living in general
Love in particular
For how can there be perfection
In the world of illusions
But com'n, I don't want to sound
Like I've given up
I haven't really
Really!
Am still looking
Knowing
Accepting
That one day someone will say
Come now, hey, take a chance
Come now. You! Take my hand...
Yes, I have found
No
I am found
At last.
November 1996
thai ta
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