From the rolling commons of the countryside

    To the vast expanse of the ocean,

    To the comfortable domain of home

    There is a soul.  wandering aimlessly

    Lost in more ways than just one

    The weight of life’s toll is that of a ton.

   

    Pursuing the riches of understanding without a map

    Wandering into the wise sentinels that are the forests,

    Only to find an indifference not bringing satisfaction.

    Moving onward to the established piety

    Which brings no more understanding than meek society.

   

    Continuing the journey with finding beautiful masterpieces

    With some solace but no comprehension of its meaning,

    Desperate to find an answer to the journey

    The question irritates the mind like a burning cyst

    As this soul begins to stare into the abyss.

 

    Through adversity this wandering phantom discovers something

    An answer hidden in plain sight yet in a remote place

    A place where many refuse to go to

    A place where many fear to even think about

   A place where some are unaware of

   The answer this soul wants can not be located on a bookshelf

   The answer this soul wants is in one’s self.