
I laid bare searching for something so rare
I honored the sabbath and respected your status
I mantra’d the lords prayer
I prayed while scared
I covered my hair
I lowered my eyes conscience of the devils glare
I searched and searched but the gods weren’t playing fair
I paced the valley of the kings searching for rings and pretty things
Searching for you
Thank you for visiting this crazy place 🙂
Is the goal the search itself or to find? Based on this poem my guess is that it is the latter.
The latter, ohhh how we (me) have searched throughout my almost 50 years for things, stuff and people to fill me. I know the answer to the hunt but I still search. Thank you so much for commenting and asking the question ❤