The Chase Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

He walks the streets with inquisitive eyes.
His face is a blank sheet of paper whose expressions begin to write words of how he is feeling.
There are others like him who walk about, hims and hers.
They are each trying to find the definition of a word that can describe this all.
You know to simplify things, but it is not to be found.
Their thoughts wander like the brush of a painter letting the images of their own perception soak onto their mental canvas.
If you walk the streets of big bulging cities, you will notice the laughter, the frightened, the lonely, the happy, the sad, the hungry, and the greedy.
There is one thing you will not find and
that is one defining word because it there are so many things all wrapped up into one package.
You can't define a world.
You can't define a person.
Each are a broad river that doesn't overflow.
It absorbs so much that if a person's body was a dictionary, every word would be used to form its frame.
It's worthless to pass judgement on people because you can't even begin to fathom its whole value.
You can walk among them and enjoy the living museum of fluctuating beauty.
Anger is just as beautiful as happiness.
But really life is a bottomless pit, we keep trying to throw stuff in it to hopefully fill it.
You can't fill it, it is all the moments that we throw in it that brings us fulfillment.
It is the chase that makes it worth living.
If we caught what we are trying to chase, there would no longer be purpose.
For the chase is our purpose.