Headed to find something.
so good at searching and sometimes
that leaves me working, pretty hard,
but without complaint.
I’ll be the first to tell you
it’s just simple math.
There’s a job to be done
hours in the day
a minute, to work.
Find myself working more
often than not,
with family and friends
finding themselves without me and
searching – I go.
For this -
for life – for the ability to send out a
personal search party for my dreams
and not be called crazy when I’m still
stuck in the woods -
we instead, exist here together, my friends.
I’ve found you - those
who get it…
Those that understand, these hands were made
to write – and this brain is full of ideas
so simple, we can all find something when we
Through these words -
and my presence
and your ears
and our hearts – I find myself not feeling like
i need any more material -
I can write my way through this situation and
find myself out on the other end.
The jig is up -
I’m no writer.
I’m a liver
prophet, without many to speak for -
profits that is…
That’s not this.
See this thing
That I am still finding…
I’ve figured out – it found me long ago.
So don’t worry,
everything is going to be just, fine.