Poetry

[Nabil Naser]

What is it that we seek?
What are we searching for?
Is it peace?
Within and without
Or is it belief
In being
Perhaps it is to fill
a monstrous appetite
Or to serve and comfort
the mother queen
Maybe it is just questions
that we seek
endless questions

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Where am I?
And where have I been?
Should I head back to sea?
Or wait by the shore
Here, wherever here is
Is here, it seems, to stay
To run is just the same
For here is there again