SEEMINGLY UNRELATED THOUGHTS
The way it is, the way it should be, and the way they want them
To be.
What else is out there for them to see?
They speak of nothing in search of it all,
On their journey through this land,
Won’t you take his forsaken hand.
Wasting their time here and there,
He hasn’t the slightest care but
O’ her silky auburn hair!
Life is eternal and finite in but one breath.
Nowhere to go but everywhere.
He finds all the answers but the ones he seeks.
Bewildering confusion,
Horrible horrors,
And ever fluorescent beauty!!!
Again her lovely auburn hair and her eyes whose color endlessly
Eludes him, boring deep into her soul, but only when he’s
Found the key will he see all there is to be.
written 1999
