Some go out for family <br />Others seeking fame <br />But what I'm running after <br />Flows on without a name <br /> <br />It exists in your affection <br />And grows up inside trees <br />I feel it in the evening <br />When my tired spirit's free <br /> <br />And when the final demons <br />Are driven from my heart <br />I can fade with honest answers <br />And arise to better starts<br /><br />Chris Bradshaw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/emptiness-61/
