Boxes
holding us
while we ask
for answers
in silent rooms
Traces
left there
not scattered
Following the followers
in the circle of life
leads
nowhere
As we search for something
we can’t see
Standing on the outside
to make the acquaintance
of who we were
when we were young
A journey
away from the crowd
A sunset
where we saw the sun
Lives lived
and no doubt
in the darkness.