The Most Obvious Place

Apr 1

A touch And…ah relief But where did the precious item go? It’s probably at my feet

It’s not there I heard a tinkle, a sound of hard items contacting But it’s not there Not where I’d expect it

I’m on my knees Begging, hoping, almost praying When will I know?

Now I’m searching far and wide In the depths of despair Amidst the trash and the disgusting Nobody should need to look at this stuff, let alone touch it But it’s worth it

Who will accept it? When will I be satisfied? When will I know the secrets that I want to know? Ah this is so much trouble I want to rest I give up

Oh. There it is right under my nose! Well, not quite right under More like a little to the right…