Running but no arrival

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It is always in a state of searching, anticipation, and waiting

Nothing completes inside it without a hole appearing through which the genie of search emerges again

Hanging on the pillars of eagerness

Passion for something you cannot find

For a big embrace as if it were a homeland

To contain and gather its pieces from the clutches of confusion and bewilderment

For an extension like a riverbed that connects it to an artery of a dream that never fades

And a glow that never extinguishes

Perhaps moving counter to the clock hands of time

The older it gets, the more it bounces back to its childhood

The more it holds a dream, the farther it flees

The closer it gets to its soul, the more it distances itself

There is something in it that evades being reached and caught

And therefore, the hole of search finds no sun to fill it

To extinguish the darkness of waiting that surrounds all its moments

And chews the hours with monotony and boredom

No ray of light has stopped flowing through its soul

And urging it to run towards it

Even though it always

Does not catch it!!