I search the books for words too often,
A wondrous daze, a happy place
A goal to find,
a soul, a mind,
I search to never search again.
I read, I write
Sometimes weep out of fright.
I try to fathom my depths,
All day I search and search and search,
Observing skies, I’m an eagle on a perch.
But somewhere out there, is a world of my words.
Waiting to be owned,
By unheard voices and faces unknown.