A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008
The answers are not within me,
I am merely a gaze, a reflection,
Of someone who traverses the world thus,
With a profound and complex feeling.
I walk the world discontented,
With eyes that observe, but do not find,
The answers I seek, vaguely,
In faces and lives that confront.
I am like a passing shadow,
Leaving no trace, marking no ground,
Bearing the weight of a scant soul,
That seeks meaning in immense solitude.
And, in the end, perhaps this is what I am,
A being in search, lost and absent,
Who, without answers, is left
With the gaze of one who feels discontented.