Reading thoughts owned and placed for hidden purpose
I begin to notice a pattern that is one of searching
travels and sought after views, of seeking and wanting
another life, or, appreciative reflection
of places I have never been, or that elude
when in truth, I have been no where, seen nothing
other than my day to day, my place of living.
I only know of here.  Have not laid an eye on a place
that haunts these writings.  Where must that be I wonder
as I post this pondering.