Are You Searching Too?

The road gets lonely at times. And although my hitchhiking adventures had introduced me to quite a few men who wanted to spend some cuddly time with the long haired young straggler with the bright blue eyes and pretty mouth, I wanted to hold out for the affections of the fairer sex. However, they’re all crazy. It can be a wonderful kind of crazy, and it can be a ball twisting kind of crazy. And though I’m thankful to have spent some time with some extremely vivacious specimens of the feminine variety along the way, as I was out there doing my thing, there’s always been the hope that I could find someone who’d actually want to do my thing with me.

 

Are You Searching Too

All that I can give you is my time and all my heart and soul and everything I am.

Sometimes it ain’t much. I think I’ve lost enough.

Can you tell me what’s in store if I give it away once more.

Or are you searching too?

Are you seaching too?

Can you make my wandering end? Are you here as a friend?

Are you another foe? another closing door?

another stop along the way, the end to another day

a day I’ll come to rue, or are you seaching too?

Are you searching too?

Can I stop this infernal search? Are your stained eyes my church?

Are you a goddess I can praise, a love to last my days?

Is sanctuary in your arms and comfort in your smile

or should I walk another mile to find what my heart needs

a way to make me bleed, are you the answer to my call

Are you my all in all, or are you searching too?

What’s a broken man to do? Could I say I love you?

I’ve been alone so long, my rights have all been wrong

Will you listen to my song or will you hum another tune?

oh, have you sung the blues? Are you searching too?

Are you searching too?

Do I find cause to celebrate? Is it too soon to wait

for an answer to my plea to who you are to me

or should I be more concerned with the lessons that I’ve learned

The times that I’ve been hurt and old flames that have burned

or should I try to see instead of what you are to me

what i can be for you, are you searching too?

Are you searching too?

Do the scars upon your heart rip when it beats?

Have you been fooled by cheats?

have you been hurt before, are you afraid of more?

cuz what I’m looking for is time tested and true

and I’m looking right at you, are you searching too?

Steve McAllister is the author of The Rucksack Letters and How to Survive an Estralarian Mind Meld. He posts regularly at InkenSoul.com, and sometimes posts at Anything Arts, Sarasota Music Scene, and Elephant Journal, and is currently the Director of Operational Development for the Common Wealth Time Bank in Sarasota, Florida. Follow him on Twitter, Facebook, and YouTube.

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