Searching The Unknown Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Running, stopping the insistent merry-go-round of life.
Turning and twisting, looking for reasons to jump without
looking.
Sidewards, glancing at tiny moments in past spaces.
Forgotten, yellowed with age.
Tempting sparks of hope barely visible within.
Moving on, taking all steps in stride, unbeknownest to
any mortal man, following the course of least resistance
and authority.
Leaving quarters of life's chances in video games, meant
to continually lose.
Waking and jumping to tunes of silent rendezvous, preparing
ways into hidden jungles of undergrowth.
Turning away from many people, places and material things,
searching for the unknown.
Signing daily papers of unforgiveness, leaving trails of
blood that never end, because cruel people are always
hurting someone on this earth.
Continually growing, foraging through deep forests,
riveted with clamorous courage, wondering what to do next.