Traveling through the forest I notice not a tree,
upon the beach I run yet do not hear the sea.
I rush across the valley, stop not to taste the fruit,
Nor to smell the blossoms nestled near my boot.
No time to greet the stranger coming around the bend,
I scurry onward down the trail thinking only of its end.
My frantic search continues seeking where my fortunes lie,
I race to distant mountains that reach to touch the sky.
Soon upon arrival at this crown I thought so high,
I spy another lofty peak and to it I must now fly.
Weakened by my years I crawl this final slope,
sure that my reward will be all that I have hoped.
Peering from the summit the sight sets soul to race,
for nothing lay before me that was not in my trace.
To mind comes this one quest and puzzle to my face,
how much life did I not taste because of foolish haste?
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