Creatures Of Unrest

We do not know how to rest When we should be content Blessed with so much We find ourselves hungering for something else An adventure an exploration Something to challenge test and interest ourselves Not the easy chair But the long hard road Perhaps we really are hunters in our soul Perhaps we were born to never stop seeking And to find finding only one step on the way To finding something greater Even in old age Creatures of unrest We cannot control or understand Driven by what is beyond us in ourselves To somewhere and something else We know yet not the meaning of.