The Search

With all I have done, where do I really stand, 

where was my success, as an athlete, or drummer in a punk band, 

much time was spent, seeking audience on a stage,

play some music, sing some songs, my life written on a page,

but no one came, we tried too hard, it was a short lived dream,

for in the North, apathy is, the dominator of every scene,

I turned my back only to find, another great delight,

off the stage, still on the page, heroes fighting evil at night,

a childhood love, awoken with, a working adult’s wallet,

week to week the story builds and the pay check thankfully allowed it,

imaginative escapes from the cold bitter North,

wasn’t until my 19th that I finally headed South,

I found a new life in a foreign society

on an island full of strangers in the Caribbean Sea,

it was the time that changed my life - I finally grew up,

only to come home, start over, and return to my old love,

a sanctuary in, a city where, my heart had always lied,

I sought a change, and the freedom I, had always been denied,

the child I was, yes, I reflect upon, with a calm smile,

though never to revert, I hope, unless in memories compiled, 

so many memories of things that I have seen,

a sunset and shooting stars, or was it all make believe, 

but here I stand, in reality

with all that makes up me.