What I have found was lost. What I have lost was gone. But have I ever lost? To regain as it were undone?

I feel the emptiness, the sorrows, the despair. But I also feel the optimism, the sense of forward, and the desire.

I search for the yellow brick road. But I’m on the concrete. Must I follow the elk who wander into the fields or the tiger who pursues its meals.

I still don’t know. I still don’t deal. But I continue walking the nigh street heels.