A time for fever in the early spring
traveling the world alone,
watching with eyes matured by age
ready the world to disown.

Eating, while sipping the drink of life
no fire does burn within.
The fuel consumed while young at heart
unable to muster again.

I’ll walk on farther through forest and field
Unwilling to ponder the land,
As I walk by monuments to nature’s glory
Yet, trying to understand.

Where the knowledge hides, remains my goal
The answers are hidden from sight.
Searching for answers to questions I’ve asked
I travel on through my blight.

As daylight dwindles and evening arrives
My strength expires at last,
Yet, I fear to sleep, my strength to regain
Knowing I’ll dream of the past.

While waiting for morning with moon and star
Still searching for answers about…
The lonely pain I feel inside
The pain of living without

Then as the sun peers over the horizon afar
a beam glistens my eye;
morning has come, the journey goes on,
I begin my day with a sigh.

08/02/2003

Posted on 08/02/2003
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