Seek

What do I seek
That come here
Again and again.
None to catch on with
None that I miss
But I am here
Again.
Looking aghast.
Had to walk
Just to reach.
But am here
Again.
Quest for unknown.
Past maybe.
Or maybe future.
Who knows.
While this becomes
My present.
And I sit here
Again.
What is it
That I seek
And come here
Again and again?

Why this clinging

Why the creed

For what?

The time is gone.

So is I

Of the past.

This is present

A new I.

Gotta embrace it.

Novel.

Or maybe recycled.

Gotta hold on to it.

The present.