Chickadee
Flies from limb to limb
A lost soul


Life is a search,
a journey, a quest
for a destination,
an arrival. I wander,
I wonder why I keep
looking for an end
and all I find are
beginnings. I search
the world for a
place to stop,
but, every stop is
a start, I search my
mind for a final thought
but every possibility
presents a possibility.
every opportunity
begins an opportunity
My mind aches for the
satisfaction of finality,
but the goal is replete
with new wants and desires.
I resolve to the truth and
the message from fate.
“The key to the end is mine.
The turn of the key is mine.
Be very careful what
you wish and look for.
The end is abrupt and final.
Isn’t arrival better”?