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

I suppose,

but real to me, as it is mysterious to you.

~

I find I’m getting older,

while I still keep searching.