The Searcher
As I walked out toward the sea, I saw the world spread out for me.
And in my heart I knew that I would be a searcher.
All the people round me glared. Their clutching music boxes blared.
And in my patience I declared I’d be a searcher.
So many tongues that wagged and talked, but a peace among them that they balked.
War was always there they clocked, and this they would nurture.
Where in the world am I to find a peaceful, growing, knowing kind,
A people true to life and not resigned to mock a searcher?
A searcher deep within them knows no matter what, all life still flows.
The qualities that grow are what we must nurture.
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