we are all lost within ourselves so we search and hope to 
find out the truth but it's so much easier said than done 
and we're all climbing trees that have branches that 
break and looking for roads we can take to get somewhere 
before someone else gets wherever 
we're going we're tarnished and wounding and shallow like 
shadows but trustful and caring and furnished like 
mansions but fearful and helpless and clumsy like 
children but daring and hopeful 
we take another breath and with this breath we start to 
understand that no one plants a sign along the roads we 
take maybe the truth lies deep within the search itself 
maybe our balisage is the choices we make.