The Search For Meaning

Search for a clue,

a will to write with a purpose

while my audience dies.

I am an ancient breed

that believes in a key.

Mull around for the moment of miracles,

children,

when

dreams are borne into reality.

Quickly

the present’s presence is temporary

a green siren in the distance

promised me golden sunflowers

if I failed

I just want this life to mean something