In search of perfection
I have searched for direction
but found only the black streets of night
where monsters and demons
draw blood from my feelings
and take all the goodness from life.
Each new place of wonder
has already seen plunder
and all have their own horrors to tell
of one man's direction
that sought their destruction
then led them all bloody to hell.
Each new day of searching
keeps leaving me yearning
for a quiet place to find peace of mind
while seeking direction
amid all our imperfections
I am anxious for all I might find?
