The Wanderer

In the swish of the womb

And the first ray abloom

From the dawn of life 

With bliss so rife

I know not what I seek

In the myriad unknown faces

That you run into every few paces

In the glimpses of distant places

Through memories that time erases

I know not what I seek

In the midst of the mindless chatter

And the precious moments of laughter

Through times when steps falter

And those when hope plays abetter

I know not what I seek

In the haze of morning mist

And when phantoms of the dark persist

In the tiny dewdrop's tinkle

And the wind's gentle rustle

I know not what I seek

Through the blossoms of cupid's aim

To an endless game of blame

In a full blown blaze of fury

From the faith that in my heart I carry

I know not what I seek

At the zenith of clarity

Or the nadirs of insanity

Through a jigsaw of broken dreams

And countless silent screams

I know not what I seek

In eyes that dance with mirth

And pain that has its worth

Through storms that the soul weathers

And the solace that it slowly gathers

I know not what I seek

When every thought reeks with fear

And I know the end lurks near

After the ultimate surrender

Here, all of six feet under

I know now what I seek