The "One-Man Searching Game"
is played by the weak, the strong,
the hungry and the lame.

In the beginning,
there was a rhyme;
it sounded good,
grand and kind;
all we needed
was silence
and time.

But we hurried still,
when there was
neither a hunt,
nor a ****.

It was a search,
we made a find;
for those who
played the game,
it was one
and the same:-
searching, finding,
finding, searching,
always a beginning,
never an ending;
always traveling,
never arriving.

It's not a lonely game.
We have one man searching
for some mens' fears, and,
some men searching
for one man's dreams.
One half searched
for pillars and walls,
the others  
an open door.

It's a serious game.
Those who won
became nervous wrecks;
Those who lose
became stranger yet.

It's a funny game.
Some gave up
for loss of words;
some played on
even when no one heard.
For it's a One-Man Game,
on a one-man search.

It's an easy game.
Where songs
were being sung,
and heroes were
never, never hung.

I can go on and on,
With words new
and words long;
Ask the wise and the old,
you'll never be told;
though others called it
by other names,
how do you end,
a One-Man Searching Game?