In Search of Morality

Alone I sit inside my mind,
Thoughts fermenting,
An aging wine.
For in my head I seek the truth,
In contemplation,
I begin to see through.
The reason for existence lies,
Beyond the grasp of mortal eyes.
Still yet,
I struggle,
I am so close,
But cannot rid my thoughts of the word "almost".
I begin to see the light flow in,
A sharp contrast to the muddled din.
But in its radiance,
I find no solace.
The rays are not perfect,
They are surely not flawless.
So back into my mind a crawl,
Back into the hazy sprawl,
That is life without insight,
To find what was forgotten in the dark of night.
Someday, again,
I will visit for sure,
Once I have found what I'm looking for.