Searching for much, however, what it is I'm unsure. Of its nature, of its portion, my definition is nonexistent.
Elevation of my intuitive possession has reached its climax, yet I have not made it there.
Like a grain of dust flowing in the sky-
This search has an unknown origin, and still no known destination.
Much like Hitler with the mission of no diversity, and the KKK with no mixing as its goal;
Some may say they were wrong in their plans, provoking the negativity;
Yet they took a stand.
Now, if a man stands on sinking sand, and one sits there in the same measure;
Well, riddle me this; who obtained more pride?
Even in the opposition one has a tangible source found to support what others disagree with,
yet my search is still underway;
Forcing me to rebel inside with the greater of two evil.
In the left corner pride, in the right fear;
Well, seems as if we are going all 12 rounds because staggering and cut eyes, and tumultuous cries;
Left and right blows, and even some illegal elbows, have been thrown within this ring just to see who will conquer.
Gikuyu had assistance given without even an appeal;
So, his search never had to generate-only get to the top of the hill.
To the top of Kirinyaga his search began and ended, but one problem;
I am not of the Kenya based tribe.
So, weakened yet elevated, staggered yet walking plain, I search yet in still for an undefined notion, undesignated thought with no reservations.
Relentless I search for the undefined.
The pen just had to testify!
