Quiet Search

There in the coffeeshop a figure is bold,

awaits a near moment, to be told,

the next move, where is the following begun,

when we all exist in the light of the sun.

How internalized do our dreams become,

when lost in the spiritual mockery of some.

We step inside a lifestyle hoping for the rain,

to shadow our fears in a cleansing sweet refrain.

We are quiet in our repose, we venture little

until outside our comfort zone we feel no belittle.

Days go by until somewhere along the way,

we have forgotten the man in the chair today.

Suddenly our own, seductive the shatter where

dies idyllic nature of dreams we wish to secure.

Within the humanity of our soul searching jest,

we do recognize we are all in responsive quest.


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