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
A Cosmic Cowboy 