The Needle in the Haystack

have we fallen down
only to get back up
wrestling the impossible
the inherit will of man
seeking which way
seeking a direction
trying to find meaning
in every dark corner
every shrouded crevice
ignoring the simple answers
looking not what's inside
but outward for the answer
hidden in me one thought
one thought floating
in a sea of thoughts
but not consciously seen
a part buried deep
only if we looked for
what we weren't looking for
what is to be seen
is not to be seen
except for those with eyes to see

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