Treasure Island

Michael Bogle

(08/15/1963 / Russellville, Kentucky)

LOOKING FOR SOMETHING


Today, I looked, and saw, and noticed.

Today, I searced, and began to seek,
That new thing.

I never know what it is or where it will be.

Forever, I will be seeking that special thing,
something I cannot name.

Forever, I will be searching for a new way to look,
For that thing.because, it is new,

I really do not know how to look for it.

I see life as a paradox, folding in on itself,
from the time we are born, til the time we are dead.

Life, is a mystery and we all must fulfill it to the most.

Today, I look for something, something new, something old,
hopefully something I can use.

I look for something

Submitted: Monday, June 30, 2008

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