the elephant in the room
the spots on our skin
we search for days
months
years
our whole lifetime
on the the hunt for the mythical
“purpose”
a reason to be here.

i’ve grown too tired of the hunt
there’s no more footsteps to follow
no scent to pick up
my leads been cold for
days
months
years
maybe my whole lifetime.

and still I grab a damn
magnifying glass
and
light up my pipe
just hoping
i can catch the damn thing
to prove to myself
That it even exists.