Chase

I’m in love with a beauty I have yet to discover An image of bliss I have yet to create I’m in love with an ideal I have yet to uncover A cynical perversion of fate   I’m looking for truth which is not yet forgotten A dictate of reason not yet forlorn I’m looking for life which has yet to go rotten Bliss lacking ignorance, borne   If ever I discover my love not yet found If ever I create my blissful ideal If ever I stumble upon stable ground It is then to this life I shall yield