The Search

The Search


I drift in solitude,

as an island far from shore,

I sail the shallow mind games,

for the one who has the cure,


dangling from the web,

of strangers who I meet,

I let them in, I hear their song,

but this is how I cheat,


skeptical like a hitchhiker,

my ears go for the ride,

but if their mind is vacant,

I drift back with the tide,


a sage once told me,

I’d find a place to rest,

impossible this outcome,

if the truth won’t leave the nest


By: Bryan Matthew Boutwell /