Searching

Searching

Everyone must be like me

                                    Looking for something

                             Searching in places that don’t exist

        Listening for directions in the wind

Always searching…

For things you’re not sure of

                                   Without knowing why

               Without knowing where

Wondering of the details…

The taste… The color… The smell… The texture

Always searching…

Inside… Outside… Over… Under… Behind… The sky

Looking to the past… Beyond the flesh

                                  Wondering if it’s all a test

           Watching every sunset

Hoping for a whisper of the secret

    Could it be

   No one is like me

                                  No one is searching for a map

                                            Of an unknown land

                       No one else paints pictures

                                           Of a faceless man

No one else is a searcher of the truth








Lonely Eyes Inside Of Wrinkles-
Texas Style Songwriter And Storyteller Poetry.
© Paul H. Keeler… A Cosmic Cowboy





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