A Small Piece of Me - March 18, 2011

Trying to make sense of the beauty within all the noise.
What seems to be lasting is never eternal.
Feeling like the dirty little swan in pursuit of the game.
Nothing really matters as it all looks the same.
What difference does it really make, as I open my eyes to another new day.
My voice reverbrates throughout the forest as that hallow feeling grows.
This notion of self discovery is all but a dream.
I grow weary as I try to recognize the heart that steams this vessel.
I try to redefine this path I chose though I lost way so long ago.
Strength and courage my needed companions for this voyage are no longer found.
That brass ring I used to reach for is now so worn and chipped just like my soul.
These nights are endless as I search for peace.  Hurricane winds blows as nothing is going my way.

 -Bruce