Such universal longings
To be seen and held and heard
Each song in each heart
Voices of the herd.
It is pouring out of my head
The spool of a very long thread
Productivity has flown out the window
For the voices surging from limbo
I am plagued I am beleaguered
By existential questions
Sidetracked by the shall nots and the must dos
And the burden of social opinions.
I chase meaning I chase grails
Like a jack terrier its tail
At the crossroads of normative rails
I lose the scent and the trail.