Wandering

Wandering through a maze of words,
hearing all I've ever heard;
Words of wisdom, cries of pain,
pressing on, to the past again.

Fighting through a sea of fear,
quivering heart, scorching tears;
There was love but it's been sold.
All things good are hard to hold.

Through time winding corridors twist,
hiding answers within their mist;
If I walked forever would I find -
The answers that so plague my mind?

1998 Barry Wayne Veinotte