skipping stones

It’s a pursuit 

a hunt

with reaching hands

guiding maps

desire

may it come

easily

without strain

a dream that

flows into reality

of money

of lust

of experiences

of things

of things

in the search

will come darkness

a reminder 

a punch in the gut 

that life is not fair

do we have the will

that too is limitless

as in our search for happiness

to fight

to fight

for ourselves

for someone else

what is really inside us

what is really inside

You