Day By Day

The tears I cannot weep

Push silently against the keep

Of shuttered cold clear eyes

Like forlorn prisoners muted cries.

The crush of boulder upon boulder

I push steady on my shoulder.

At times it seems too difficult

To climb the mountain any further

I guess thats what it is to adult

To be a lifelong searcher.

For purpose? Meaning? Contentment?

Perhaps the peak of enlightenment?

For my part I stare looking for the abyss

Seeking knowledge in the void is bliss.