The Muted Pursuit

Sometimes you sit and ponder
Wonder if the mute pursuit ever ends
Is there a home for a disposed soul?
You wonder if the weary day ever ends
If the dark night ever give way
To diamonds and pearls
To rays of sunshine
That rises from afar
To a place beyond
A pursuit is not a walk
Its not a fun run
It is a weary toiling
It is a thirst that rises at dawn
And never find sleep at night
Sometimes you walk
Sometimes you run
There is no fun
Unless a pursuit is to happiness
That can last longer than lingering moments
Of bliss here and there and no more
When you have walked
Do you walk some more
Or do you find a tree
Embrace the tiresomeness
It is ok after-all
To be tired