I find myself searching,
trying to glance ahead,
I want something I cannot have,
I figure it is just beyond the gaps
in my mind,
those places I often try to forget about,
erase with fodder to fill the brain.
I find I can be standing alone,
only to realize
I am the same as anyone,
well, not to be ashamed,
to be recognized as a human being,
compassionate, caring, worthy, pleased
by the outcome of my day.
I find I’m wondering again,
while I do take walks inside quiet horizon.
I am the same,
although inside my mind, I tend to shelter
everything I know,
only a passing fancy
but real to me, as it is mysterious to you.
I find I’m getting older,
while I still keep searching.