Spare Time

my time is torn with thoughts of love labors worn from pretending things i wish to come hopes tied up in the labyrinth of my mind wishes all used up prayers running out of time writing lots of poetry using the line "a relentless search to find" the other half of myself, all mine The One the want, the need, the answer to my greed who? is the question the quest is launched for what? is the subject. irresistibly amore i cannot quell this instinctive quarry it must go on for eternity until i feel whole only then will i reach my goal when? you know the answer is always now where? anywhere How? with all my heart and everything i have with quick wit and foolishness to make her laugh with repetitious revisions or romantic gestures with elocution of vows and phrases make her believe the end of my days is when she leaves me alone