The Hunter
I’m looking for a treasure.
I’m looking for a clue.
My muse always escapes me.
I don’t know what to do.
I look on my computer,
but there is nothing there.
I look in books, in videos.
I don’t know what is where.
What is it I lost?
What do I hope to find?
I’m looking for an answer to
the questions in my mind.
But there too, I’ve looked and
it’s no longer in my mind.
Inspiration runs from me.
I think I’ve lost my mind.
The question now is missing too.
So what am I to do?
I need another question.
The hunt begins anew.
W.K.
March 7th, 2007 at 4:01 am
Warda you are full of surprizes. Quite the poet