The Vaults

If I had had a blog then, this would have been something I would have written about. Often times I'll see people on the street and just be overwhelmed by the vast numbers of people who walk in and out of my life. There are billions of people in the world and here I am making contact with so many and yet so few, yet it is fleeting and meaningless. Will I ever see them again? Where are they going? What are they doing? Who are they? And I feel this sense of loss, like I'll never know what i may have missed out on. And then another face passes in the same blasé manner. And they too are lost. It haunts me.

The Vaults

I stride along this beaten path of mine
Nervously glancing at roads passing by
No time to ponder as I move away.
Quick twinges of regret and doubt– are hushed.
And yet the ember smolders still inside.

A single shining face catches my eye
Among the faceless millions gathered here
Questions begin to flash across my mind

I burn to ask, to understand it all.
What is your chosen path? Where will you go
From here. The future spreads, a boundless sea–
I’ll follow you to find reality.

But that face dissolves wholly from my world.
To be replaced by freshness of a soul
Which holds no more conclusions than the rest.
Surrounded by so many vaults, but not
A key to find the secrets of this life.

The multitude of faces in the street
I catch and release every sundry soul
In hopes of clues to aid me in my quest.
This unfathomable puzzle troubles
My being to its deepest core– Embers
Never dying, always wanting something more.