The mind it aways seeks
sometimes it will not find
The direction that is searched for
may not be the same as mine.
The branches of the tree differs
be it the directions of the moon or sun
Casting lengths of shadow
making individuality one.
To search for what matters
or too the answers of life
Winners of a selfish contest
benefiting none but the face of strife
For the one is not the answer
when the fences of majority remain high
Closing off the fresh air
making Humanity die.
We all search for something
be it large or small in means
It really matters not
if we truly chase our dreams
But in chasing dreams upon the wind
never lose the sight of land
For stepping on the back of your neighbors
could break the back of Man.
W/By Guy Dan Schuyler 27 October 2004
I started writing this somewhere and time in 1974, and I found it in a box and thought it is about time to give it its end. I hope you like the rough edges it still holds. But, I thought I would share it with you. Guy