Am I destined to seek, and not find?


Maybe, someday, if God decides so, I will find.


I find not what I seek in the beautiful notes of music, nor in the thrill of velocity; though those are things themselves which are good.


Do I


travel the deserted road by myself, late at night, with only my music and my bicycle?


The road cannot go on forever; morning must come eventually after the night.


Till then;


I wander.


I wonder.