Cradle of Life

Discoveries awaits me every morning,
Revalations when night falls.
Sacred it is, the cradle of life,
that every mortal soul will find his divine truth solely
in the journey of love, hate, happiness, and sorrow.
My forlorn heart yearns for something more compelling
than what my daily perfunctory duties have to offer.
My weary mind speaks of the wonders my senses have to give.
Please, fill my thirsty soul with the elixir of life,
and as i drink up surrealism, pray let it quench this insatiable desire,
for i wish to seek no longer...