Again and again

I have gone back down this same alley

Looking for a watch

that I lost in some other part of the city

 

It is so bright under the streetlamp here

Everything is clear and distinct

It must be a good place to search

 

 

Time goes by

I become so engrossed in my looking

 

that I only dimly remember

 

what I originally lost  

It feels as if

I have spent my whole life here

 

And

Sometimes

I realize how stupid it is

to be searching this alley

under this light

When I left that watch someplace else

 

 

Perhaps

I have committed a complete

waste of my life

 

And

it would of been better

to have died

 

 

And then

I remember

it took me a long time to learn guitar

Much practice and more practice

Always making errors

Until one day

I played effortlessly and expanded my life and love

 

in music and song

 

 

And Then I know

I should not regret my searching

It is like practicing

Its just that now

I do not know

What it is

I am practicing for