My thoughts on what beauty is, originally performed as a beatnik poem, complete with bongos.
A Quest for Truth
The moonlight
breaking through the clouds
The sun peaking
through the gray mist
One man running
through many crowds
Ambiguous as a
clenched fist
A sign waiting up in
the sky
A bright spot amidst
the darkness
One man ready to jump
and fly
Conflict asserts her
agelessness
The joy of first
discovery
The pain of not fully
knowing
One man deep in
recovery
The Search is forever
flowing
A quest for truth
A search for life
Conflict brings us
Beauty in strife
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