I’m not sure if I’ve been told
How to search for all that’s gold
Where to look, who to ask
What’s my quest, what’s my task?
Should I walk along this road
Should I lick the poison toad?
Where are you when I need a guide
Where do you seek when I choose to hide?
If I chose to sit down here
Beside a river crystal clear
Or over there beyond that hill
Just looking for some time to kill
Would I stay lost and stay unfound
Or find a life instead unbound?
Stand I may upon that hill
And find instead a better thrill?
Should there be a convalescence?
Yes, you nod in acquiescence,
Accepting all that I should do
I have a plan; to see it through!
My aim, my goal, a life recital
No choir or chorus non-requital
No rhyme or tune I find doth chime
But on my side instead is time.
The fault I find is that I look
I search, I seek, and I forsook
That which makes me who I am
And need to be: My biggest fan.
So I will not look too much
Or read a map and seek to touch
That which is hidden from my eyes
Until I come to realise:
We’ll find a way to find each other
A way to find our hearts to smother
But if I’m found to want to find her
I’ll read this instead, a reminder.
© Kris Blackburn 23/08/2015