searching in the books
in the songs
in the fights
to belong
searching in the clouds
in the fires
in the shrouds
or our desires
this life is always in repair
souls scattered on the ground
leaving those that can’t be found
in our hidden alleyways
searching in the books…
this life is climbing up the stairs
arms ache with shopping bags
then out to crawl the want ads
in some backstreet cafes