Dear Seeker

Just came to my mind last night...

You stand on the edge
Of twisting roads and solitude marked signs
An ancient game has begun
The rules are strict
Shifted around with every new perspective to be lost
And the prize is yet to be found

You inhale the persipicacity soaked dust born with every new step
Then exale another memory to be carved under the soil behind you
To merge together with the others before you
The stories of the million footprints searching for their price
In truth seeking the logic behind the rules
The meaning of the game everyone else seems to be playing...

In reality dont we all?
Dont you?
We are all seekers
Lost in our own ways
Looking over a fabricated version of reality
Trying to find the most genuine looking lie among others

We're searching at the wrong place
Swaying in the past, pondering over every tear and smile once shed
Stuttering through the future,calculating consequences and chasing dreams
Meanwhile...
Crawling through today,forgetting the essence of every breath we ever took or will take,
The answer to both our struggles with the past and curiosity of the future

Dear seeker,
The meaning rests in the journey
Not the destination
The rules become clear when ones perception can bind with others eyes
The game is won when you take time to appreciate every minute you've come near to losing
Not when you think you've found the prize....

Dear seeker,
I wrote this poem for you
I hope you will finally find your way
While you savor every step you take
Who knows?
Maybe one day our paths may meet
This time I'll listen to every word blooming from your lips
Till then take care and never give up...

-Another lost seeker