seeker

 
I color the silence with my attempts to fill the loneliness
in awkward oddity I keen in multidimensions
I am a soul of philosophy perhaps craving what is unattainable

in my quiet times I thought I was a reasonably decent person
then ravished and burning with an anger I didn't understand as me
was it me I don't think so, was I touching hell?
had I trespassed too far in the dark?

called, captivated I search and didn't like what I found
curiosity is the mind of the seeker
my soul seek a place to rest, for answers to the big questions that plague

I see the sleepwalkers and I wonder after their innocent happiness
this world is beautiful
why is that my soul wanders into the shadows so often
I wonder if happiness isn't in seeking but being content

perhaps some people have answers
ones that don't satisfy my crave