It was a journey of the soul,

A question of my odd being,

Why I expirience these thoughts,

Why long breaths of time feel fleeting.

I ventured out, far, long and wide,

Each turn and curve tricking me,

That my queries are cleared, answered,

But nice things never come for free.

I thought so hard, I almost discard,

The need to inhale and breathe,

My mind is on autopilot,

Soon landing on truth, I believe.

Soon could take many long days,

Decades, like credits, could roll,

I will keep searching for those words,

The awaited peace in my soul.