Pursuits Poem by Quintin van Deventer

All the folks on the pursuit of joy,
Ride a rollercoaster across time
Finding and losing at each bend
The feel of terror in all its ecstasy
The bends, ups and downs, excite
 
All the folks in pursuit of love
implode in a vacuum of the self
a fight to gain emotion in another
to be spellbound in the heart’s clutter
Falling in and out of the holes of others
 
All the folks in pursuit of meaning
Search the corners of the their planes
To gain value in the muscles of their souls
To find something of sustenance
To bea able to brearth out life, not just in.
 
All the folks in pursuit of Joy
Reap the fruit from the friendships found
So that they can drink its wine in celebration
To feel the burn of life our veins
So that it may carry us through the gloom
 
For all the folks in pursuit of life
Panic along a rollercoaster in ecstasy
As they find and lose the emotion in our hearts,
As meaning is found and lost in our plunder,
So that we can drink the wine our creation.