1. <br /> <br />The hero <br />seeks the holy grail <br />walking down Main Street, <br />driving the freeway — <br /> <br />2. <br /> <br />He seeks the antidote <br />to the belief he's <i>not</i> <br />enlightened. <br /> <br />For to exist <br />even in Your Dream, <br />O Great Imaginer, <br />is to glimpse <br />every cell divine. <br /> <br />3. <br /> <br />Thoughts run round the race-course <br />in the brain, the ruts of habit, <br /> <br />and in the grandstand the witness <br />is horrified by the spectacle, <br />so much traffic in these tired, old grooves. <br /> <br />4. <br /> <br />And the hero sits <br />in the garden of bewilderment, <br />a ball of knots <br />in his hands to unravel.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-quest-15/
