Quest For The Best Poem by Keith Rushing

In the quest for the best
I was put to the test
for the weary no rest
It was just like I guessed

they said I was unlikely
to amount to anything slightly
resembling something brightly
luminescent in the light

still I tried
and sometimes I lied
upon the veils I pried
apart the many vying
tiers of tired labors trying

but on the quest one must remain
in the ongoing course to be sane
try again tomorrow, never too late
the quest for the best
the venture not in vain