The search is synonymous with Chase
Walking but in a general direction
Hoping to land in a comfortable place
Waking up with zero recollection
Moving forward seems endless on straight paths
Drowning in voices that control moves
Turning the wrong way ends in laughs
Being silent in the world leaves empty tombs
Walking alone may create perspective
Toxins fill the airwaves everyday
Polluting whats considered our representative
Every shut door after the first is not play
But what we find at the end is subjective
What happens after is consistent
Being pleased with finding breaths is objective
Life happens and leaving one day is permanent.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 