Will My True Life Find Me?

 male backpacker trying to find himself

It’s a sullen paradise

It’s an active dream

A wakefulness soon forgotten

Where nothing’s as it seems

I forgot to leave my traces

I went the other way

The people watched me amble

Then went about their days

 

For no one saw me stalling

Tapping circles with my hands

My knuckles roaring peals

Crossing silence at my command

But the ocean hears me wandering

The hills, they eye my gait

Yet will my true life find me?

I better not sit and wait