The most exciting hunt!
For neither a creature nor a substance,
For something to free me of this trance,
A hunt with a prize unknown,
The tracks are all around,
In the forest, by the brook, even in that nook!
The thing I hunt is formless,
Not a ghost, oh no! I am hunting my desire!
I feel it within like a roaring fire.
Sure, the embers may wane,
But I will find something new,
Not kindling, but a prey that,
Will cause this flame within to roar forth.
A flame that can guide me,
To that which the I cannot see,
The secret part of me,
That knows what it means to Be!