Unquenchable Verve

"What gives rise to that most capital call,

supreme purpose and predominant sway,

subsumed within our spirit, impetus of all?

Some simple satisfaction, to esurience allay?

Or is it the hunt which provides our purport?

Would cease of the search form a sinister folly?

Or perhaps exists a more marvelous report?

Is it force to be of a fallacious endeavor: jolly?

What spawns the grounds for each inquest I task?
Why does sense seem essential to mortal temper?

Could it be that reason is truly a delusive mask?

If withdrawn, would it reveal a mystical splendor?

The search is infinite, speculation will grow,

I must relish my hunt, for it is all I will know."

The timeless question...