What all are seeking

Ask the loner on the street
What the hell he is looking for,
make it quick before he turns the other way
You're not assured of an answer,
But just try.
By stroke of good luck he'll respond
By genius still he'll say it
He craves to fill the void in his heart
And he cant explain what would fill it
So he wanders-searching,looking
Sometimes animated in his search,
As if curious with a find,
But nay-tis another mis lead,
That traps him away from another potential find.
And so he hops from one marketplace to the other,
Still looking,
Still searching but finding none-nothing.
The loner is like everyone else,
in this pilgrimage of life,
Looking for meaning and purpose
so the journey would not look bland.
The problem?
No one stops and asks what all the world is seeking.
Is this void the hope ,
Is it the faith we are meant to have,
so life would not look complete in itself-and purposeless?
Or then what does all the world seek?