I follow every backroad and freeway to see where they lead
And I look to the pages learned people read
I look at all the flea market uniquities and antiques,
And the things they’re liquidating at the chains and boutiques
Wandering from the courtyards to the streets
I seek both patterns and something I haven’t already seen
I read all the footnotes to all the entries in the reference row
I look up all the words, allusions, and phrases foreign people know
Hoping to shriek more articulately
So someone will come get me.
I listen to all I can tune in on the dial
I read articles in today’s file, looking for the truth among the ruins in the pile,
But all I want to know is if Anne Frank still believes in mankind.
And if I just knew that, it would be worth everything I’ve learned to find
Maybe it’s the one thing I might never learn;
An insight nobody can earn or deserve
And I may never get ahead of the game
Or worse, I’ll find out it’s all the same; it’s just arbitrary rules to blame
Just another answer on trivia night.
But it doesn’t keep me from this plight,
I may find it one day, I cling to a slight chance there,
That it will be more than worth it all if just that one answer I might realize
Even if there isn’t a prize.
Copyright © Amy Sell | Year Posted 2018
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