Pursuits

Iron shoes torn from wearing
Yet still coveting the undiscovered,
The never and the hidden thing,
Lustful though they do not know.

And they lust for the unknown
Becoming enamored with it,
They step on every head,
Disregarding the world therein.

They don't know what is their desire
And they do not care
'Cause they like the search and the chase
Until the day they die.