In Search Of You Poem by Derrick Andrews

In Search Of You



Crawling ever cautiously,
Amongst the desert plain.
I scowl the putrid countryside,
For hedonistic gain.

Alhough I have a nest at home,
In which I'm quite content,
Across the globe, I slowly roam.
To appease my vast lament.

I can not say I comprehend
The goals of my own mind.
Yet I will, to the death, defend.
What can not be defined.

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