The End of The Road

Somewhere
someone's
searching.

For love,
for a fight,
for peace,
for a father,
for nothing,
numbness.

I'm searching too.

I'm lost
in a maze
of my own
clouded
judgement.

It feels as if
I know everything,
but I know
I know
nothing.

Nothing.

That's what I should be
searching for.

It's so easy.

It's time to give up.

Call in the bloodhounds.

The search is over.

It's time to appreciate
the smallest, greatest
wonder
in the world:
LIFE.