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 / LiveFiction.net
