The Search Goes on....

You know it does exist
a part of you that has been left behind
in the ruins of your past
in an other time

You sift through the rubbish of your mind
through the desolation of your heart
searching. . .

You tread lightly. . carefully . . slowly. .
only a flickering glow of hope
on and off, to guide you


Minutes are pushing the hours
days are forced into years
you feel the urgency
its value lessened with each moment

It does exist
you keep searching. . .