The Unending Search Poem by Meng Lim Dr

Thousands of paths
we've each trodden
yet the most desired
are from us strangely hidden

we're left lamentably
incomplete and desolate
still in the darkness
of nowhere-- nothing yet

to hold on to as truly our own
no cause to be joyful or celebrate
as one stranded in the wildest desert
the wasteland that does isolate

us from the mainstream of life-
for deliverance how long should we wait?
When will the light of understanding descend?
Could we ever be able to arrive at the Enlightenment Gate?